First, we sardined an extra three family members, along with much of their goods and chattels,without warning into our home. Then, we had the sad loss of someone we hoped was going to be another little member of our flock later in the year. A hoped for sibling for Petite Fille.
On the same day, my Mum was rushed to hospital and underwent surgery to remove a stone, the size of an orange, yes an orange, from her bowel. BOWEL. The poor woman will be 88 in two weeks! The care facility only noticed something was amiss when she started vomiting what looked like fecal matter. They have drained litres of fecal matter since.
Just by, well, I was going to say coincidence, but I think it was more divine providence, my sister and I were at the care home to attend a meeting called by government agencies to discuss some major concerns that had led to sanctions against the management. We were no sooner seated at the meeting, when nurses tapped us on the shoulder and told us Mum was vomiting. Before we even got to her room we demanded that they call an ambulance, which they did.
From there, she was accessed and the decision made to transfer her to a large regional hospital. The story unfolded as described.
Mum is doing as well as expected. She still has drains ridding her body of poisons.. As she suffers from dementia, she is more than a little bewildered, but she co-operates with nursing staff and they reportedly think she is quite sweet, so she must be on her best behaviour. It broke my heart to see her looking totally bewildered the night the ambulance arrived.
She must have been in a good deal of pain, which has been confirmed by the surgeons. So, if the care facility thought that had issues before, well they have a few more now – my sister and I for a start!
For now though, we are just hoping Mum continues to improve and that no complications set in.
But, I tell you, I am so going to beat someone with a stick!