Well, Well. Funny how things move along, isn't it?
Since I last posted, things seemed to be going along slowly. All Summer and Autumn, mum was well enough that I was taking her out for walks in the wheelchair regularly. We walked miles, admiring gardens and scenery.
Towards the end of Autumn, we could see a slight deterioration in mum. Her mobility was worse. She was getting more repetitive. But nothing major. Just suddenly more frail-looking. And very tired. But, time moved on.
23rd December, the Care Assistant called me. She couldn't rouse mum at all. By the time the ambulance arrived, mum was awake, bright as a button and giggling with the paramedics. We spent the day in A&E, they ran all sorts of tests - and found nothing.
Christmas passed. There were more episodes of finding mum "asleep " and finding it difficult to wake her. Then, 3 weeks ago, another call from the Carer. Mum had fallen, and was wedged against the kitchen door, and she couldn't get in to her. Ambulance called again.
From the evidence, mum had fallen shortly after I left the previous night. She'd been on the floor all night, lying in an ever increasing pond of urine. A cupboard door, at the other end of the kitchen was wrenched off its hinges - She'd obviously grabbed it on the way down.
She's been in hospital since. They flooded her with antibiotics and fluids, for a suspected kidney infection.
There's a huge change. Yesterday, she didn't know my brother - although she kept telling him "You're the image of my son!", but couldn't understand his explanation, that he IS her son.
Talking to her by phone, she sounds great. Answers questions fairly appropriately. Yet, there's something. It's like an answering machine - or, maybe, like asking Alexa or Siri questions. They answer and they answer correctly, but there's nobody there. She seems somehow lost inside herself, if that makes sense.
Every now and then, it's like someone flipped a switch and turns mum off. Then, after a minute or so, it's like she's switched back on. When she's "off", her head drops, she stops moving, except an almost imperceptible twitching/Jerking.
So, we're filling forms, and looking at nursing homes, because she's certainly not safe at home anymore. She needs 24 hour professional care now