kazza73

Had an awful night's sleep (or lack of sleep!). Was mulling over yesterday's meeting + just couldn't settle.
Felt very low this morning and just wanted a cuddle with my mum so after lunch I set off fro the unit. Half way there the heavens opened and it rained like I've never experienced before in my life. Within minutes there were flash floods, on one low part of the road the water was up to my wheel arches there were man hole covers off everywhere and the steep hill up to the unit was like a waterfall. It was a pretty horrendous journey.
Parked at the unit and, once the rain eased off a bit, walked round to the front door. Not a good day to be wearing flip-flops!!! Couldn't get near the front door as it was under about 6 inches of muddy water (the foyer area was completely flooded
Went back to the side door where there is no buzzer so had to wait at the window until a member of staff went by!

Mum was in the corridor walking when I arrived, attempting to walk through a wall at one point! she didn't recognise me (or couln't see me) but when I said it was me I got such a lovely hug

We went to her room and eventually got her sitting in a chair. She the began wailing and begging me to take her home. She's frightened. She promises if I get her home she'll go to the doctors. She needs me to save her. She can't stay there any more, she's had enough. And so it went on in a never ending cycle, all the while she was getting up out of her seat and walking on the spot or wandering the room bumping into things

I honestly dont know what is harder, visits like yesterday when she doesn't know me and I just cant get through to her and she sits staring into space, unreachable or days like today when she knows me but is agitated and distressed,

When I left she wanted to come too. I told her she couldn't because she doesn't have a coat + it was raining which she seemed ok with.

The journey home was awful. Roads closed due to flooding everywhere. Eventually I got home via a pretty long diversion. My mobile phone was out of charge and I had hardly any petrol.

I got into the house, sat down in a chair and burst into floods of tears. When my daughter asked what was wrong I told her I was a bit sad because I had wet feet