In all honesty @Grannie G my mum talks about 'Simon' a lot, but when he visits he is someone else entirely, and at best there is some vague familiarity, but all I see is my mum regardless -it is a very strange place to be.Oh dear @Palerider I know how debilitating back problems are and the pain is so draining. Have you tried an osteopath? I was lucky to find someone really good who sorted me out even though I still take care and try not to bend.
It`s awful when you are prevented from visiting. Your mind can work overtime imagining all sorts while your dear mum will probably be unaware you haven’t visited.
As far as guilt is concerned. Take the advice I’m sure you would give others.
I hope your back gets sorted and you are able to make your holiday
Last night culminated in excruciating pain and my dialling 111, only to be called back after I had finally nodded off on a cocktail of my new pain management regime at 3am. It was of course a complete waste of time resulting in my being seen by an out-of-hours GP who essentially did nothing other than say to attend ED at yet another hospital which would mean another start-over and the ever increasing going round in circles -back to square one as I refused to sit in ED for hours on end only to be told I need a scan and that would probably take another several hours if lucky. The difficulty is that my spinal team referral has joined a very long waiting list and essentially its the neurosurgeons who need to see me in the right hospital. The problem with that is the right hospital where the regional team are is a 20 mile drive away which currently is not achievable unless of course a miracle should happen, in which case I would not need to drive anyway. I do find it amusing because on the receiving end of it I can see how bad things are, so when I am at work I find myself agreeing with the public 95% of the time.
Anyway, this morning I resolved to visit my mum. I took yet another range tablets and forced myself into the car and went to see my mum having to prise myself out of the car on arrival which was not a pretty sight and resulted in spillage of coffee in all the places one would not one coffee to go -such a waste as well, only to be met with my mum on an 'off day' 🫣
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