My mother continues much the same, although getiing information is like getting blood from a stone. However, I have booked a flight to come over, but now I'm second guessing myself - should I have thrown caution to the winds, and got on the first available plane? This is what I have done in the past, and the hell with the money, and then sat around for 2 weeks twiddling my thumbs waiting for them to realease her from hospital. True, then I can visit every day, but it seems to make her more upset when I do (take me home, why can't you take me home, when can I go home: questions to which I do not have the answers). The problem is, without accurate information it's difficult to decide what is appropriate. If they would say she's taken a turn for the worse (not that I want this of course) at least I could go into full-fledged "get me there now" mode. I have a call into the hospital social worker who is, today, supposed to be "evaluating her care package" with a view to release, I suppose. She is supposed to be calling me (well, she'd better - Mummy will have no idea what care she's getting), and I might have a better idea then. However, having taken the logical approach this time, I am finding myself torn. There are lots of good reason for not getting on a plane today, not least my own family. They have been very good about this whole thing, but there's no denying that my children and my son in particular have really paid the price over the past year. Not life-threatening, of course, but there have been "issues" which would have made my hair go white if it wan't well on the way already.
I suppose my problem, like everyone else, is balancing the constant, but low-level, drip drip of parental responsibilities, with the more immediate "fire fighting" needs of my mother.
As it stands, I'm getting back to the UK on the 19th - this is later than I would have wished even at my most logical, but due to other commitments, travel between the 12th and the 18th is not feasible unless we're talking truly lfe-threatening. On the other had, at 89, everything is life threatening. Oh god. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Jennifer
I suppose my problem, like everyone else, is balancing the constant, but low-level, drip drip of parental responsibilities, with the more immediate "fire fighting" needs of my mother.
As it stands, I'm getting back to the UK on the 19th - this is later than I would have wished even at my most logical, but due to other commitments, travel between the 12th and the 18th is not feasible unless we're talking truly lfe-threatening. On the other had, at 89, everything is life threatening. Oh god. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Jennifer