Morning all,
Lol, Izzy - I doubt if the rest of my hair would be that long catching up, either
And Mrs Busy, I bought a 'dark golden brown' because that seemed closest to my natural colour - however, its turned out considerably darker than I expected and I definitely think it is too dark and harsh - if I remember, and if I get time, I'll be changing it in the next day or so, that's for sure!
I think you are right about keeping your Mil occupied whilst the phones are being sorted, Grace - got fingers crossed that it works x I think I'll get Mil to the GP if the discomfort persists, as Slugsta says, Mil may not be decribing or explaining as clearly or accurately as you or I would, so its a really hard call to make. All the chemist could suggest was heat/muscle rubs or sprays, but also agreed that with her COPD, the sprays wouldn't be good for her breathing and with her fragile skin, it would be best to speak to the GP before using any sort of rub.
My oldests birthday is Halloween, R-Anne, we have had some great themed parties, and years ago I very deliberately gave myself temporary 'Mallon streaks' as part of my fancy dress costume on the night - have to say, the 'fake streak' looked a lot better than the 'real life' one that I now have
Your Mum phoning at that time over the tablets rang a loud bell with me, Slugsta! We had a couple of occasions where Mil rang here (prior to moving in) at 'unsociable' times, fretting over appointments she had coming up or other matters. I'm an early bird, so I caught some of them and like you, I would say to her 'Mil, its only 5a.m.' and it would be glossed over as she repeated whatever the current concern was, dismissing the early hour. All she could focus on was what was bothering her. We didn't have a phone upstairs, and now and again we would get up to similar messages left on our machine, at even earlier hours. Thankfully, it never became a massive problem, until the last week or so that she lived alone, but it was a slightly worrying development.
No complaints of 'bottom pain' from Mil yesterday, but she was rather 'odd' when she got up - no complaints of pain anywhere, but she was walking with her knees bent, legs quite wide apart and bent forward at the waist. I said something along the lines of 'Stand up straight, Hun - your back is going to ache if you walk like that', and she just kept repeating in this really feeble voice 'I can't, I can't - I'm an old, old woman now'. Very strange
I was thinking that it would have to be a GP visit, but as we went through getting her washed, she slowly straightened into her more normal posture and walked back to her bedroom with nothing more than the usual shuffly gait. I'm assuming she was stiff and perhaps a bit achey when she woke, and that triggered her thinking she was an 'old, old woman'?
Downstairs, she was all for OH again, until he left for work, then she launched into a rant about how the people at the school she goes to are all 'robbing bu99ers' and a complicated tale of how the new hair slide she had bought had been stolen from her handbag and how she had actually seen one woman there wearing it. And how she was going '
to have that b**** when I get there today'. In between, we had a bit of the coat loop, but mainly it was all about this hair slide - which of course, never existed in the first place
I tipped off the driver when he arrived, just in case it continued when she arrived in DC - I'd tried distraction and offering alternative explanations (perhaps it fell out of your bag and that lady just found it?) but she wasn't having any of it and was pretty cross.
Got everything done apart from my editing yesterday. Slight panic at half 9 when I glanced out the window and suddenly saw that snow had replaced the rain and it was actually sticking - leapt in the car and got the shopping out of the way, first thing (hate driving on snowy roads!) and was worrying about picking up Mil at 5 (Mil nagging, heavy traffic and snow is a really, really bad combination!) but within an hour or so, it turned to sleet, then rain, then hail then more rain, so thankfully, the roads soon cleared. I also tackled sorting Mils meds for the first time. It took me about an hour and a half - but that included some rather obsessive checking on my part, and me typing out a list of contents with descriptions and dosage times (Just in case, by some fluke, there is some sort of emergency and someone else has to dole out the meds, apart from OH or I). It was quite straightforward and again, I was left wondering what the pharmacists found so very difficult about it?
Picked Mil up and the snow fall of earlier in the day had clearly 'lodged' in her head - all the way home, panicking about her husband being stuck at the football match in the snow -
"Because its worse in Limerick than it is here, Ann" - not that there was a trace of snow to be seen by that time, anyway. At home, I had another hour or so of confabulations, all snow based - about how she had fallen in the snow in Mold that afternoon, how the bus from Limerick had ben cancelled because of the snow, how she had forgotten her umbrella while she was out in the snow, etc. OH came home, and it was as if I had vanished. Ignoring me when I spoke to her, interrupting OH and I when we were speaking, some rather nasty glares in my direction, really very rude. I didn't comment, but by her bed time, I was fed up, I must admit. OH sat her at the table for the night time porridge, and as soon as he went into the kitchen she got up to follow him - I called to her to 'sit down please' and was ignored. OH guided her back to the table and made a joke about it, but fed up of being blanked, I didn't find it that funny to be honest. Getting her to bed, I took a leaf from her book and didn't speak other than to ask her to do each task. As soon as I could, I escaped downstairs, leaving her to finish putting her pjs on and go to bed. 5 minutes later she opened the living room door, called 'Goodnight Ann' in a very pointed way, shut the door and went back up - clearly, when she is on the recieving end of being 'blanked', she doesn't find it so acceptable
Youngest off to Stratford today, to both see 'A Midsummers NIghts Dream' and take part in a workshop with the RSC actors involved - she won't be home till around midnight, so a late night ahead - OH is going to pick her up, but I doubt I'll sleep till I know she is home, lol. OH and I are supposed to be heading for a run up the coast with the dogs - but we'll have to see what the weather is doing first.
Hope you all have a good day xxxx