Usually, appalling behaviour is the first (and sometimes only) sign of an infection, Red - you're right. But I wondered if just any change could be down to infection, too?. This morning, she is (to be blunt) foul tempered but confused.
As I joined her in the bathroom, she asked me how I expected her to walk around Manchester with a stiff leg? I told her that I didn't know she was going to Manchester. Did work not tell me?, she asked. I said no, but 'don't worry, hun - when the driver picks you up I'll tell him that you don't feel up to walking round Manchester today'.
'You're cruel, you are - a cruel b***h'!
'EH?'
'I was looking forward to going to Manchester'
'I'm sorry, I thought you weren't feeling up to walking round?'
'
I'm not walking round - I'm going to the hospital there'
'I didn't know you had an appointment in a Manchester hospital, sorry'
I don't have an appointment - I'm going to visit Ann's Mum
'My Mum isn't in hospital, love'
'I heard you telling someone downstairs
And on - and on - it went. Didn't matter if I agreed, if I went along with her, she turned it into me saying something she didn't like. Tried giving very non-committal 'really's?' and 'Oh right's' and she gave me grief for 'not answering her properly'.
Downstairs, face like a smacked bum on her, snapping at everyone. I got it in the neck for not having her porridge in front of her quickly enough and then because it was too hot and not enough milk. OH got it for being 'too cheerful for this time of the day' when he wished her 'Good morning'. Admittedly, youngest daughter does sing all the flipping time and it can be annoying, but when Mil snapped at her very rudely to 'shut up', both OH and I jumped on her.
Back to 'going to Manchester' - now it was me who had told her she had to go, told her before she even got out of bed and told her as soon as she came downstairs, apparently. On and on she went - if we said 'don't worry, you don't have to go' she would instantly complained how dare we try and stop her. If we agreed with her saying she was going, it was instant how horrible we were to make her.
Doing her hair, OH had left the room and still on about Manchester, how he was forcing her to go. I said no one was forcing her to do anything - 'he is - and if he has told you different, he is a liar'.
OH came back in as I was trying to suggest it was too warm for her coat and she was insisting on putting it on. Sudden tears - she wanted to go home to Ireland but couldn't now because she'll have nowhere to stay - they burried Paddy last week, she claimed. OH responded that he hoped not, because her brother Paddy is still very much alive! Sobbing, she argued that she had had a letter telling her that he was dead - we tried to comfort her saying he was still alive, but not a chance. OH finally said, OK, if she said so, then fine - Paddy was dead. And now we were cruel for telling her that.
ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!
She basically couldn't/wouldn't stop going on and on and on, talking absolute nonsense, jumping from one supposed calamity to another. Was so glad when the mini bus turned up - though the driver looked rather taken aback with my response of 'I might' when he asked me would I be picking her up later?
I checked, very thoroughly, the area where the cellulitis usually flares up and to be honest, its looking fine , with the dry skin patch she had been left with actually looking better. Checked the rest of her legs too, in case a new patch was starting - nothing. I stayed in the loo with her when she used the toilet - no problems starting to wee, no odour, no indication of discomfort and no 'stop and starting' or only passing a tiny amount - so absolutely no indication of any infection there. The bed and pull ups were both dry this morning, too. Her breathing is also no worse than usual - so I really don't know what's going on with her. She was still struggling for words and the walking was no better - I did notice something very odd, though. When she gets up from her seat and starts to walk, she sort of starts of with almost a little 'hop' as though she has to put extra effort into getting her leg moving. Isn't that typical of Parkinsons gait? A sign that its getting worse?
Heaven help day care today if the mood she is in doesn't improve
2jays - is it a case of 'what happens at LA, stays at LA'?
Spamar, Mil now has her hair done at day care - and the cut is bloody awful - uneven layers and cut against the curl so it rarely sits right. But, she was starting to really dislike going to a salon, objected strongly to a hair dresser coming to the house - and asks the day care hairdresser to do her hair every time she is there, so I've given in. I content myself with cursing under my breath as I try to blow dry or style it into something presentable, every morning!
According to tracking, my camera travelled to Preston late last night, and ended up in Deeside at 4a.m.. At '4.03' it left the depot 'for delivery' - so hoping it will be here very shortly! Seemed to be a very convoluted route from South Yorkshire!!!