Yes, I am having a twilight zone evening. Blogger hates me and I'm still trying to get into the comments on the last post. I tried to send Davo an email, 6 times and I'm glad it finally got through. Pages are coming up, 'unable to find server' then appears after I hit the refresh button. Blogger comments everywhere are slow.
I won't be around a lot for the next five days, hopefully maybe only four. I'm doing the pill run for Mum again. I knew she was in trouble this morning when I showed her the new toaster and she said it was a lovely wall oven, would it fit in the kitchen. So grab the test strips with one hand and the script for anti-biotics with the other and off to fairy land for another week.
This is so upsetting for her because she knows that what she's doing isn't right but she can't process information. She couldn't remember this afternoon what Panadol was or what day it was. She wanted to know why she couldn't come to stay with me while she's like this. Apart from the fact that I'd bury her under the lemon tree after two hours, she has to stay in familiar surroundings until her mind clears. There's a real danger of her falling if she becomes too disorientated.
This is Saturday and the doctor came to see her on Wednesday and she was in a lot of pain, a little confused because of that but otherwise okay. That's how fast these UTI's move around the body. It doesn't help that she has two medication regimes to follow, even sis has trouble sorting them out, so we've put a big poster on the bedroom door with the times for pain relief and all the others come in a bubble pack. That's fine unless you forget how to get the pills out of the bubble pack.
It's really hard and any-one who does this caring long term is a better man than I am Gunga Din.