Hello all,
Not long back from visiting, she is still in MAU, where visiting hours are fixed. She has had a chest infection confirmed (big surprise!) has been on IV antibiotics, and is due more, likely to be there for a 'couple of days at least'. She is still rambling on, introduced her accompanying nurse as 'she's the daughter of that man you work with', and called her by our daughters name for most of the visit. We had tales of her going to the doctor last night, who then put her in hospital for bed rest. She wanted to go for a cigarette, saying that Shirley had 'gone halves' on a pack of 10 with her, because '1 and six' is as much as she can afford, and had apparently given the last doctor she saw a tale of how she ended up in hospital because she fell over whilst chasing a lorry! There was a tale about her Mother having cataracts that were 'all in a line and squiggly', which she got after Mil had fallen and bumped her head (?). She was also rather concerned that the flourescent lighting strips were givng out so much heat that OH's head would get burnt. Still convinced that she is in Ireland, but not in the hospital in Limerick, she is in a little hospital with just 'this one ward'. She commented that she wasn't as old as the nurse sitting with her (who looked to be in her early 30's at most) saying that she thought she herself was 'only 22 next birthday'. She's actually quite flushed - which is an improvement on the grey tint of yesterday - but her chest sounds far worse than I have ever heard it before, really raspy and at times as though its gurgling almost
She's apparently been very tired and has hardly wanted to move from the bed - the nurse from the dementia ward said it was such a difference from her usual 'charging round everywhere'.
Apparently hospital policy says that all sectioned patients must have 24 hour support from the dementia ward staff - aside from sitting with her and being on stand by to deal with any wandering or outbursts, they also take care of all personal care when its needed.
Meanwhile, a recorded delivery letter got sent off to youngests' school this morning, starting a formal complaints procedure - could so do without having to deal with it, but its not something I can let 'go by'. CV is done, and will go into the school where I'm hoping to work this week, well in time for me to hopefully get an invitation to interview, and OH - who is overly optimistic about my chances of getting the job - insisted on taking me out and buying me what he termed 'suitable work clothes' . I actually hate clothes shopping with a passion, but as I don't think my occasional maxi dress and otherwise usual attire of jeans and sweatshirts/t shirts will quite fit the bill, for that or any other job I apply for, I guess it was a good idea. Extremely annoyed to later find that the size labels on two of the garments were completely different to the sizes on the hangers, so I'm going to have to make a return trip!
Its still sit and wait, where Mil is concerned. Neither OH nor I have ever seen her quite this poorly with a chest infection before, so we are worried, I admit.
Thanks again for all the support - it does help so much xxxx