Well last night wasn’t so good, mum phoned the emergency services as there was someone in the house. Two police cars and an ambulance, insisted the police checked the loft (it’s bolted), when they said there wasn’t anyone up there, she told them I had said that when she made me check in the week. They didn’t see the care plan but saw the district nurse folder which mentioned that she was known to the memory clinic.
No one checked the emergency contact information and she couldn’t remember my surname or home number. A neighbour gave them my mobile number which was downstairs, so I knew nothing until I got up.
I wonder whether I will be listened to now. It’s usually me she’s accusing of going in moving things / taking things, which strangely turn up.
Roll on tomorrow, feeling tired