It's only Tuesday and I've had three days of being massively pissed off by my mother.
I know she's losing what's left of her memory but she denies it. She accused the pharmacist of packing her pills the wrong way and making her feel sick and I'll have to do something about it. Like Hell! I know exactly what's she's done. She gets the webster pack on a Wednesday night to start Thursday morning, ending the next Wednesday but she's started on the Wednesday and nothing I could say would convince her.
I rushed around shopping, paying bills, cooking for the freezer and listening to the biggest load of rubbish without saying anything. A lot of banging of pots and slamming of doors went on though.
Four hours later and I'm discussing the situation with sister and my nose starts running. Great, Hay Fever again except sister is rushing a box of tissues under my chin. Not snot, blood and lots of it running down my neck. Oops, blood pressure.
Fortunately I am a fast clotter so I managed to get home without Kleenex stuffed in my nose. Has anyone ever had a clot test? I don't know if they do it differently now but they put a instrument against the skin and little razor blades shoot out and wound one. The nurse watches and times how long the blood takes to clot. So I'm a good clotter.
The three of us have had too many health breakdowns in the last six months but the good ship "MrsNeverWrong" still sails on.