Happy Christmas - With Mac's Mum
This Christmas I'm going to talk about looking after my Mother. I've bored everyone else to death with it - so now its your turn.....
Many of you have your own tales to tell. To each of you - I apologise.
The story so far...
Over the last few years we have had lots of stays in the Hospital. Seven different wards so far. There are falls and broken bones and hips and UTI's and pace makers and tumours and seizures and mobility issues and chocolate. Of these the most important is - chocolate.
And Sherry. And Bananas. And Coffee made only with Milk.
I visit every day. There are carers too. There is the alarm button that Mum can press if she has a fall. It is on a pendant and alerts a call centre. There are phone calls. Lots of them. All of these rule my day.
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"Is it your intention to starve me to death?" 12.30 at Night
convinced that someone should have come to make breakfast.
"I
slept really well." 7.30pm having gone to bed an hour earlier on
a light Summers evening - believing it to be the next day.
"I don't know where I am and I've been sick." 2.30pm with a UTI.
"I'm on the floor!"
"What is the carer going to have
for lunch?"
"I
know the clock says its Wednesday and night - but we
know its Thursday morning, don't we?" 9.30pm Wednesday night.
"Your Mother slipped as she was
sitting down..." An elderly neighbour in a
quavering voice informing me of a broken leg.
"This is the crash team at Salisbury District
Hospital...your Mother has had an episode..."
"A strange
woman came to the door and I let her in. She seemed to know who I
was." A visit from a neighbour.
"I
am downstairs. The carer didn't come so I've come downstairs. I've made my
breakfast. Why is it so dark?" 01.20am
"I keep pressing the button but it just goes up."
Fidgeting with the recliner chair control that will never do what she wants
it to.
"Are you alright?" My Mother to
me -
sometime after 3am.
"I need you. I feel sick and I don't
know where I am. Where are you?"
"Aren't you coming today?" As I
walk to my Mothers carrying shopping.
"...do you want us to call an Ambulance?" My Mothers
alarm service after the alert is activated. Anytime you like really.
9.30 in the morning. 3.50 in the afternoon. 2.15 in the morning.
Or
"We think she has had a fall and we
have called an Ambulance...."
"I'm
on the floor..." I am meeting a friend in an hour. Can I get to Mums,
pick her up off the floor, check that she is okay and still make it? Or am I going to Hospital?
Should I really be thinking this?
"Did you say that no one would come tonight?"
Late afternoon. Mum lives in the continual belief that the Carers will never come. But
they always do.
"Look
at her foot..." One member of the ambulance crew to her colleague
discussing whether my Mothers hip is broken.
"I
thought you would want to know that the carer brought the paper in...".
When you have climbed out of the bath to answer the phone because you think
there must be a crisis.
"I've been to the top of the stairs and
looked down and the paper hasn't come yet." 11.30 at Night.
"The lunchtime carer thought your Mother may have had
a stroke..." The Care Agency. She didn't, but there goes
the lunch you just cooked.
"How
old are you actually?" The day after your 60th birthday. I ring. There is no answer. I ring again. There is no answer. I am on my way...
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This has been our best year for three years. Only one Hospital admission in 2019 - although Mum managed to "fit in a seizure" just after last Xmas and saw in the New Year in Redlynch Ward.
The fall count for this year currently stands at 13 - I have picked her up off the floor 8 times, a neighbour helped me once and the ambulance crew had to do it 4 times. Can't say its a record. But hardly any UTI's this year which does reduce the amount of vomit you have to clean up. (Shouldn't I have said that?)
Happy Christmas and a fall free New Year. (Thats not free fall, its fall free.)
And drink more Beer.
And eat more chocolate.
What else do you need to know?
Mac and his Mum