Its been 3 months since my last post....a few days after that I ended up in A&E after the worst ever gastritis attack resulting in me passing out on my kitchen floor.....all stress related due to dealing with my mum and her situation. It's taken me 3 months to feel remotely ok and then today, I feel like I did back then. I know I won't end up like that though, thanks to the meds I've been on!
Mum has got so much worse....I took her to the GP today, who continues to be useless: 'did I refer her to SS?', no, I did but any other help would be great, 'no, there's nothing more I can do'. Mum needs to have a scan due to abdominal pain and is so dehydrated because she doesn't drink but the GP was unconcerned as my mum told her she drinks plenty! Mum now doesn't make sense a lot of the time, broke down in tears several times today and then shoved me out the front door. I know it's her frustration and confusion an out what's happening to her and although my brother and I are meeting with SS at her house on Friday for them to do a capacity assessment, I just feel hopeless about it all.
I'm almost certain she sleeps in her clothes so probably hasn't changed them for weeks and they're filthy, she's filthy and her house is filthy. Between my brother and I, she sees one of us every day and we do what we can but she refuses to go into a home or accept she needs outsider help. Even as I type this, I can feel my poor stomach reacting to the stress of thinking about it
Mum has got so much worse....I took her to the GP today, who continues to be useless: 'did I refer her to SS?', no, I did but any other help would be great, 'no, there's nothing more I can do'. Mum needs to have a scan due to abdominal pain and is so dehydrated because she doesn't drink but the GP was unconcerned as my mum told her she drinks plenty! Mum now doesn't make sense a lot of the time, broke down in tears several times today and then shoved me out the front door. I know it's her frustration and confusion an out what's happening to her and although my brother and I are meeting with SS at her house on Friday for them to do a capacity assessment, I just feel hopeless about it all.
I'm almost certain she sleeps in her clothes so probably hasn't changed them for weeks and they're filthy, she's filthy and her house is filthy. Between my brother and I, she sees one of us every day and we do what we can but she refuses to go into a home or accept she needs outsider help. Even as I type this, I can feel my poor stomach reacting to the stress of thinking about it