My Mum suffered a fall during the week. The poor woman is doubly incontinent and can no longer walk, yet they persevere with lifting her onto the toilet. The issue is that they leave her sitting there while they make her bed. One morning this week she toppled off the loo. Such indignity.
Doctor and physiotherapist both declared no serious damage, thankfully. The poor woman must have fairly strong bones as she has taken a number of tumbles over the years and thankfully the only thing she has ever broken are toes!
At the same time, she has been suffering with a urinary tract infection and is on her third course of antibiotics. A UTI can make an older person quite confused anyway.
Today, she seemed to know me without prompting as she gave a little smile as I walked in, and her eyes followed me until I drew close to her, then she grasped my hand. Her dear right hand is curling into that claw position of the old, which is sad. All the gardening, crafting and caring those hands have done in their 88 years, now even they are forgetting what they do.
My sister visited Mr FD and I. As I was setting down the tea mugs in the living room, I noticed that Mr FD had placed two very ugly beige brown elephant bookends on a cabinet. He had been searching for our passports, and came across the bookends amongst the items that he had brought from his parents’ home after the sale of their house.
The elephants may have had their trunks up in the good luck position but they are ugly. I don’t know how they managed it but everything in his parents house seemed to be a sad beige colour, dulled by years of exposure to cigarette smoke as well. Depressing. I have been trying to clear our house of our own excess and Mr FD insists on bringing more into the house.
The elephants are depressing, as I said, so I moved very quietly to place them out of eyesight for now. Of course, my sister noticed and had to pipe up “Oh what beautiful elephants!”
Then she launched into a dozen different ways we could use them around the house. Naturally, Mr FD had to then take umbrage at my moving the elephants which he had not noticed until my sister spoke up. My sister thought it a great game.
I told Mr FD that I would have them turned into earrings to hang from his rather large ear lobes if he loved them so much. My sister was enjoying herself no end, despite my reminding her just whose sister she was! Well, that was until I told her I had just the perfect Christmas gift for her…
Revenge is sweet.