Start the day off by persuading Mum to go in Bathroom so I can give her a good wash down (since she broke her hip she can't get into the bath and the shower is over the bath), so no choice but good wash down. On way to bathroom she wets herself. Give her good wash down, wash her hair, get her dressed, put pad on which I have a large pack of just in case. Start up washing machine. Go home have bath myself. Phone rings, can you come in straightaway - eh - I know what THAT means. Sure enough poo everywhere. She's already walking around on her zimmer, stark naked, clothes piled up on kitchen worktop on top of tea towel, lovely! Can't put in wash because machine still going from first load. Wash her down again, change all clothes again, put another pad on. 30 minutes later, phone rings, oh no! Go in again wee and poo everywhere but Mum decided between me leaving and my very fast next visit to take the pad off and throw it into kitchen bin. Third lot of washing, machine stopped. Take out clean clothes, hang up to dry, replace by two more 'accidents' of clothing, start machine again. Clean her up, change again, put fresh pad on telling her not to take it off (you get my drift tho' as pointless saying this cause she won't remember anyway). I am assuming, unless she's having a bad tummy day that this is now the start of Stage 6 of her AD as she's been wee incontinent before but not every day, but not poo. As many of you know if you've followed my journey Mum has been difficult all of my life so she's never been an easy person to deal with. My health is now very poor and I'm going for a stomach scan on Tuesday because of this. I think if this is the start of permanent double incontinence I'm going to have to put her into a home. God knows, I'm stressed enough without the incontinence side of things caring for this objectionable person whose always been nasty, short tempered and narcissistic. Do I sound hard? I've done my very best but now its impacting seriously on my own well being and being a lone carer I can't take much more. It comes to something when your own Mother who doesn't even know which day of the week it is says to you, you look ever so ill, you want to go and see a Doctor! I've neither the willingness nor energy to keep saying to her I have Mum, and I'm going up the hospital on Tuesday.