The weather seems to have turned, the temperature has dropped and there is a wind. It’s not a consistent wind, it’s one of those winds that seem to rev up and then blow and catch you out. It’s an annoying wind. The Twins are attempting to play in the garden and I’m trying to put washing onto the line, the wind has other ideas. It may be my anxiety and mood, waiting for information about my mum, but the wind is making me angry. I head back into the house leaving the Twins to it, but I’m not in long before I hear a crash and realise my little portable greenhouse has blown over. It’s a disaster; all of my pots are emptied out onto the floor. I get the Twins to help as I grab bigger pots and fill them with soil in attempt to re-pot what I can (they were ready for potting on anyway). The Twins are great at helping, and it feels like a real team effort. We have quite a few sweetcorn plants, but without the protection of a greenhouse I don’t hold much hope of survival with our local squirrels.
Still waiting for more information from the hospital, we do know Mum is doing okay, albeit not happy to be in there. In her defence, nobody really wants to be in a hospital, let alone whilst there is a highly infectious virus active. She has had a CT scan, which results are ok. The doctor’s want to do an MRI but it is bank holiday weekend, so she won’t be able to have that till Tuesday. So, we know Mum will be in hospital until at least Tuesday. Thankfully I put quite a lot together in the overnight bag, so hopefully she will have enough stuff for at least a few days. No, not the case. At lunchtime I receive a text requesting items from her house. The list keeps building throughout the day, I ask her to put one list together and send me a photo and then I will bring it tomorrow morning. In order to get the items to her I have to go into the hospital, up four flights of stairs (because I can’t cope with a hospital lift in these times) and wait at the ward door to hand the bag to the nurse. I will wear a mask and take hand sanitizer. It takes quite a lot for me to do this, it triggers quite a lot of anxiety as it’s more exposure than I am comfortable with. But I appreciate my mum needs things, so I will do it, but I will have to come home and shower and put my clothes in the wash straight away so it’s not a ‘pop’ to the hospital kind of trip. I arrange to do this in the morning, so I can get up, put yesterday’s clothes on, get the items from the house and then go to the hospital.
Various messages come from Mum and family regarding how she is. Overall she seems to be recovering from whatever the episode was. The hospital are treating it as some form of stroke and are doing what they can to prevent any further episodes. We are all in agreement that she is in the best place for now, though I’m not sure Mum agrees and is understandably keen to get home. I’m not sure if she is aware of how serious the situation is in relation to her health. Hopefully the MRI on Tuesday will help the doctors work it out.
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