I still have my sense of humour left apart from the hair loss and have to use boxing gloves now !!!!
Ah, I'm fortunate, lost my hair way before things fell apart for Mum. And I wish I could get her to wear boxing gloves, or at least trim her lethal nails! But I've had more luck trimming my waistline... Which has expanded by a stone's worth of comfort eating so far. I feel like Dorian Grey's portrait, getting older and fatter while Mum thrives.
Well, she gets fitter and slimmer anyway. I must lay off the fruit pastilles and humbugs while trailing her round the area on wild goose chases.
Anyway, I'm glad you've had plenty of potentially useful replies. It's always useful to be reminded of the options even if we've been through the list a few times already. Never any harm in trying again... And again... And again!
P.S. For the record, I got Mum to the scan thanks to a very patient taxi driver. We then had a six mile walk back (it's only a mile away) via two attempts to search for a fictional concert which materialised to replace the fictional young children for a while. She only let me guide her home after it got dark and started to pour with rain. And when we got home she stood outside screaming that I was trying to kill her... The first murder in history using her favorite pink and white wafer biscuits to poison her. (The North Koreans could learn a trick or two from me!)
Still, at least the neighbours got a live action Casualty episode to watch. With the help of one (retired nurse, seen it all before) managed to sneak a lorazepam into Mum's evening pills and I've managed four blissful hours of sleep in a row! It's like a holiday camp here all of a sudden! ;-)
I'm now waiting for Mum to wake and try to get to the toilet. That never goes well after a full milligram. Swings and roundabouts, as ever. I'm very much hoping a change of medication is in our immediate future as well as a change of bedding.
Goodnight all out there reading this instead of sleeping. Repeat after me... Nothing awful lasts forever. Except EastEnders, obviously.