Blogging might be sporadic for the next week as Mother slips away or not. She has had two episodes in the last 24 hours when she's turned a delicate shade of purple and now has a large oxygen tank permanently by the bed. Of course last night wasn't helped by lazy bitch agency nurse who wouldn't answer her call bell. My sister got to the D.O.N. before I did this morning but I got to terrorise everyone this afternoon. The D.O.N walked past the room at least 15 time this afternoon but not once did she come in and see if mum was okay.
The old girl had a shower this morning but was straight on to oxygen and put to bed. If she is moved around too much the fluid in her lungs moves and she can't breathe at all. I got to bring all the tri-pillow covers home to wash because I've got nothing else to do. So throw all in the machine and reach in for a few more and find I've been giving house room to a filigree hamster lounging in my washing basket. That now accounts for the kibble bits floating around the kitchen and the fat white lump's fascination with watching his food dishes. I just love the wildlife living in my house, spider in the hall, rat in the laundry, stupid cat all over me.
It is all coming to an end or not. My mother is such a control freak that she's waiting for St. Peter to give her the keys for the Pearly gates so she can go when she wants not to some ethereal being's timetable. Look for lightning, that'll be her slamming the gates shut.