Colleague told me I was looking less than, well, she didn’t actually finish the sentence, rather allowing her words to trail away. Exhausted? Stressed? Anxious? Overworked? As another friend put it, I am not just one of the sandwich generation, I have the whole loaf!
Mother Flamingo Dancer has improved, but is refusing to allow staff to touch her, won’t take any medication and refuses to eat. Sister got her to eat a quarter of a banana and we all rejoiced over that milestone.
She can’t go back into her single room at the care facility, she now needs to be moved into high care, which actually means she has to go into a four bed ward. What can we do; she has dementia, heart failure and is doubly incontinent!
Oh, and of course the surgeons all want to turf her out of her hospital bed, but the nursing staff are all arguing she is not well enough to move yet. Lovely government funding cuts of course lead to staff and bed shortages.
Just taking it a day at a time, a day at a time, but in the meantime, don’t even think about getting old!