These are my feelings right now. Mum has been in her present care home 7 months. It's about 25 minutes drive away which is a lot better than nearly 3 hours which was the time it took to drive to her previous home into which she had been admitted during a crisis. It's nicer too although she doesn't/can't appreciate that!
Anyway, just over a week ago I had a 4am call to tell me that Mum had been found on the floor of her room and had been admitted to hospital. A CT scan was done and it was discovered that she had a fractured wrist and a UTI to boot. She also sported a black eye and her glasses were broken. The two days and nights she spent in hospital proved to be nightmarish, for her and me. She seemed to be delirious , not recognising me and trying to pull the cast off. How they got it ON I don't know! She spent nearly 12 hours in A and E before a bed was found. It could hardly have been designed to have a more disastrous effect. At one point I didn't even know if the care home would have her back, but they did, thank goodness. It felt like Shangri-La to me when we got back.
Since then, Mum seems to have declined, no longer seemingly able to feed herself. Fine motor control seems to be worse and she can't judge where her mouth is. She's also much more confused. I visited with my partner yesterday and fed her finger food. She began by telling me that she and all the other residents were going to be killed.
She seemed to gain some comfort from our being there but soon as I left I heard her calling 'Help! Help!'
How awful it is. And tomorrow she has an appointment at the Fracture Clinic. I'm to meet her there. What a great idea:a busy Out Patients clinic.
And then I'm due to go away with my daughter on Saturday. I feel so unsure as to whether to go. I feel on edge as if the phone will ring again at any moment. I suppose we've entered another stage on this dreadful journey.
Is anyone else in a similar position? It helps to unload on here..
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Anyway, just over a week ago I had a 4am call to tell me that Mum had been found on the floor of her room and had been admitted to hospital. A CT scan was done and it was discovered that she had a fractured wrist and a UTI to boot. She also sported a black eye and her glasses were broken. The two days and nights she spent in hospital proved to be nightmarish, for her and me. She seemed to be delirious , not recognising me and trying to pull the cast off. How they got it ON I don't know! She spent nearly 12 hours in A and E before a bed was found. It could hardly have been designed to have a more disastrous effect. At one point I didn't even know if the care home would have her back, but they did, thank goodness. It felt like Shangri-La to me when we got back.
Since then, Mum seems to have declined, no longer seemingly able to feed herself. Fine motor control seems to be worse and she can't judge where her mouth is. She's also much more confused. I visited with my partner yesterday and fed her finger food. She began by telling me that she and all the other residents were going to be killed.
She seemed to gain some comfort from our being there but soon as I left I heard her calling 'Help! Help!'
How awful it is. And tomorrow she has an appointment at the Fracture Clinic. I'm to meet her there. What a great idea:a busy Out Patients clinic.
And then I'm due to go away with my daughter on Saturday. I feel so unsure as to whether to go. I feel on edge as if the phone will ring again at any moment. I suppose we've entered another stage on this dreadful journey.
Is anyone else in a similar position? It helps to unload on here..
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