Getting Mil to day care has never been the easiest. I've posted before about the difficulties we have, and though we always manage to get her there, some days it remains incredibly hard work.
I have to add, by the way, that as soon as we arrive there, she brightens up, walks in with a great big smile, greets and is greeted by everyone really warmly, and 99% of the time tells us that she has had a lovely day there, when she comes home. I've checked - lots of times - with the staff, and they I think find it hard to believe that she is so reluctant, when all they see is her interacting and clearly enjoying herself!
This last week, she has been really reluctant to go - yesterday, it was tears, tears and more tears and claiming she was frightened - but today took the biscuit.
I went upstairs to wake her. Knocked - no reply. Knocked again - and this time went in. Mil was lay on her side, her lips covered in spit and her hands clenched into claws above the covers. Her lips were moving, but no sound. I rushed over, her hands and arms as stiff as a board, faintest of whispers - she felt 'odd' - I went flying for hubs, convinced she had had a stroke.
But as hubs came in she whispered that she thought he had gone to work - voice more than a tad stronger than what she had used when speaking to just me. Hubs told her she had 5 minutes - and if she wasn't up, he would call the doctor - outside her room, he told me quietly that he thought she was faking
5 minutes, I went back in, she was still in the same position - so I said 'Right - better phone an ambulance and get you to hospital'
She moved then !!!
She continued insisting she was ill, but managed to pack away a really good breakfast - even trying for seconds after I had managed to get her upstairs and washed and dressed. The 'weak' whisper remained, she complained of aches in a dozen different places, a 'fuzzy' head, you name it - and she finally said, as I got her in the car, that she thought that we wouldn't make her go if we thought she was ill !!!
Honestly, it was all I could do not to really shout at her. When I went into her earlier, and found her lying like that, my heart all but stopped - I really was scared that something very serious was wrong - and here she was, more or less admitting it was a ploy to get out of going to the day centre.
How on earth, when half the time she isn't sure where she is or who we are, can she manage to plot and execute something like that? She scared the living daylights out of me, and all she was bothered about was that it hadn't worked.
Oh - and she walked into the centre and told the staff that she had been 'looking forward to going today'
I have to add, by the way, that as soon as we arrive there, she brightens up, walks in with a great big smile, greets and is greeted by everyone really warmly, and 99% of the time tells us that she has had a lovely day there, when she comes home. I've checked - lots of times - with the staff, and they I think find it hard to believe that she is so reluctant, when all they see is her interacting and clearly enjoying herself!
This last week, she has been really reluctant to go - yesterday, it was tears, tears and more tears and claiming she was frightened - but today took the biscuit.
I went upstairs to wake her. Knocked - no reply. Knocked again - and this time went in. Mil was lay on her side, her lips covered in spit and her hands clenched into claws above the covers. Her lips were moving, but no sound. I rushed over, her hands and arms as stiff as a board, faintest of whispers - she felt 'odd' - I went flying for hubs, convinced she had had a stroke.
But as hubs came in she whispered that she thought he had gone to work - voice more than a tad stronger than what she had used when speaking to just me. Hubs told her she had 5 minutes - and if she wasn't up, he would call the doctor - outside her room, he told me quietly that he thought she was faking
5 minutes, I went back in, she was still in the same position - so I said 'Right - better phone an ambulance and get you to hospital'
She moved then !!!
She continued insisting she was ill, but managed to pack away a really good breakfast - even trying for seconds after I had managed to get her upstairs and washed and dressed. The 'weak' whisper remained, she complained of aches in a dozen different places, a 'fuzzy' head, you name it - and she finally said, as I got her in the car, that she thought that we wouldn't make her go if we thought she was ill !!!
Honestly, it was all I could do not to really shout at her. When I went into her earlier, and found her lying like that, my heart all but stopped - I really was scared that something very serious was wrong - and here she was, more or less admitting it was a ploy to get out of going to the day centre.
How on earth, when half the time she isn't sure where she is or who we are, can she manage to plot and execute something like that? She scared the living daylights out of me, and all she was bothered about was that it hadn't worked.
Oh - and she walked into the centre and told the staff that she had been 'looking forward to going today'