Visiting Mum

For the first time since Christmas I went over to visit Mum this morning. John and I had had a bit of a discussion about who would need the car and when, but we agreed I’d use it to go over to Coleshill this morning, and he would use it this afternoon to go to Solihull for blood tests.

Mum was on top form. I had been expecting less than that because, a couple of weeks ago, the home had phoned me in the middle of the night to say she’d had a fall and they were getting the paramedics in to have a look at her. The paramedics trundled her off to hospital at 3 in the morning for the doctors to check her over, but by 6.30 a.m. she was back in bed at the home, a bit bruised but no lasting damage, where she spent the day sleeping it off.

She was so delighted to see me that she couldn’t stop hugging me and telling me that I was lovely. I’ll take that, thank you very much. Mind you, she didn’t really want me to leave and was rather sad when I said goodbye. “I’ll see you next time,” I said, hoping that would be a catch-all for whenever the next time might be. But she was canny and replied, “When will that next time be?” Oh. I was caught out. Next week maybe? Fingers crossed anyway.

Here she is as we said the long goodbye……

I was home again in good time to enable John to go to Solihull but, before he was due to set off, I told him that I had news. “The hospital rang this morning,” I said, “and they’ve offered me an eye appointment at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning.” Ah-ha! John saw his chance. Kill two birds with one stone. He might as well do blood tests while I’m having my eyes checked over…..no need for the Solihull trip this afternoon then.

The hospital had offered me 9, 10 or 11 o’clock, but I opted for an early appointment because tomorrow…..fanfare……we have guests! Dave and Chris and George and Sue are coming over for a fish ‘n chip lunch. Fingers crossed we’ll be home in time.

I intended to spend the afternoon cleaning and tidying up a bit, but the home had given me a letter in a brown envelope. It was from the State Pension people addressed to Mum, at the Care Home. ‘We’re stopping your pension because we don’t know where you live. And if you don’t reply by 6 March you’ll have all sorts of hoops to jump through.’

You’ve got to be kidding me!!! Anyway, spent all afternoon dealing with that one….. and it’s yet to be resolved. Ha!

I still did a bit of tidying up though. Honestly, our house is very grubby, as I haven’t done any cleaning at all in the last six weeks or so. Felt sufficiently better today though, to tackle a bit of it. Onwards and upwards as they say…….

Take care everyone. God bless.