Mum fell, whilst having her hair cut.
Her head hit the wall.
But mum can't stand. She has bumped just above the bridge of her nose. The room is so narrow that you can only just fit a wheelchair in. It doesn't add up. To me it looks as though she hit her face on the sink. How, why? Why was there no carer just the hairdresser with her? Why is her hand black? Where was she when the nurses picked her up? She has stopped leaning forward in chairs, was she being pushed forward to wash her hair? Why when her eyes are blackened and the top of her nose very badly swollen did I have to suggest that she may need painkillers? Accidents happen, that I can accept, but at the moment I don't think we have been told the truth.
Dad was very down last night, so I went over at 9am to the Nursing Home, to see how mum was. Through her breakfast, she smiled. She looks like something out of Star Trek, but she smiled. I took her home for a few hours then took her back and gave her lunch, by which time she was ready for a snooze. She's OK. so why do I feel like sh--? I want to protect them, care for them, stop them hurting, but I can't.
Just needed to get this out - put it in a box - and then get on with the things that I should be getting on with. Thanks for listening.
Helen
Her head hit the wall.
But mum can't stand. She has bumped just above the bridge of her nose. The room is so narrow that you can only just fit a wheelchair in. It doesn't add up. To me it looks as though she hit her face on the sink. How, why? Why was there no carer just the hairdresser with her? Why is her hand black? Where was she when the nurses picked her up? She has stopped leaning forward in chairs, was she being pushed forward to wash her hair? Why when her eyes are blackened and the top of her nose very badly swollen did I have to suggest that she may need painkillers? Accidents happen, that I can accept, but at the moment I don't think we have been told the truth.
Dad was very down last night, so I went over at 9am to the Nursing Home, to see how mum was. Through her breakfast, she smiled. She looks like something out of Star Trek, but she smiled. I took her home for a few hours then took her back and gave her lunch, by which time she was ready for a snooze. She's OK. so why do I feel like sh--? I want to protect them, care for them, stop them hurting, but I can't.
Just needed to get this out - put it in a box - and then get on with the things that I should be getting on with. Thanks for listening.
Helen