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May. 7th, 2018 12:52 pmI was all ready to write things were on the up a week or so ago. My MiL was out of hospital, James was getting ready to go back to work. We'd gone to a meet-up with the AMC group which meant James got to talk to other people with his condition, Corey had sorted out his issues, we'd been to the travel agents to start booking our holiday, and then mam got sick.
I thought it would be like the other times. I'd phone for the doctor despite her protests, he'd give antibiotic and steroids, and she'd get better in a few days. What actually happened was he came out, told us she was very sick, started to talk about palliative care and how some people die from chest infections, and arranged for home nurses to come see her that day.
In case you think I'm leading up to some tragic end, she's still here, and in fact is much better, but for a while it was touch and go. The palliative care bit was hard to take, as was getting a document to leave in her house saying she had a DNR in place and that if she went downhill she didn't want to go to hospital and would be cared for at home until the end. I mean, what? She was just supposed to have a chest infection again, not that. But like I said, she got past it again, the nurse at home team were amazing and she was discharged from them yesterday, which meant for the first time in a while I got to stay at home this morning.
So that's where I am at the moment. It feels like for the last month or so I've been spinning plates and each time I get some stabilised others come crashing down. Included in that is on-line time, which means my in-box is horrendous and I haven't even looked at my flists for ages. But I will catch up, and I'm sure people will soon be wondering why the hell I'm commenting on posts that are weeks old.
But, despite that, the good things are still there. James has an appointment for his next set of back injections and is back at work. We will book our holiday soon, and my favourite atm. Before all this kicked off mam bought me a wooden rocking chair for the garden. It was a total surprise, I'd seen it in B&Q, loved it and told her about it, and she sent me the money to buy it, saying it was a gift for looking after her during the previous times she was ill. Not needed or expected, but very much enjoyed. So my plan for later is chilling in the garden in the sunshine with a book and a cold can of pepsi Max.
I thought it would be like the other times. I'd phone for the doctor despite her protests, he'd give antibiotic and steroids, and she'd get better in a few days. What actually happened was he came out, told us she was very sick, started to talk about palliative care and how some people die from chest infections, and arranged for home nurses to come see her that day.
In case you think I'm leading up to some tragic end, she's still here, and in fact is much better, but for a while it was touch and go. The palliative care bit was hard to take, as was getting a document to leave in her house saying she had a DNR in place and that if she went downhill she didn't want to go to hospital and would be cared for at home until the end. I mean, what? She was just supposed to have a chest infection again, not that. But like I said, she got past it again, the nurse at home team were amazing and she was discharged from them yesterday, which meant for the first time in a while I got to stay at home this morning.
So that's where I am at the moment. It feels like for the last month or so I've been spinning plates and each time I get some stabilised others come crashing down. Included in that is on-line time, which means my in-box is horrendous and I haven't even looked at my flists for ages. But I will catch up, and I'm sure people will soon be wondering why the hell I'm commenting on posts that are weeks old.
But, despite that, the good things are still there. James has an appointment for his next set of back injections and is back at work. We will book our holiday soon, and my favourite atm. Before all this kicked off mam bought me a wooden rocking chair for the garden. It was a total surprise, I'd seen it in B&Q, loved it and told her about it, and she sent me the money to buy it, saying it was a gift for looking after her during the previous times she was ill. Not needed or expected, but very much enjoyed. So my plan for later is chilling in the garden in the sunshine with a book and a cold can of pepsi Max.
