I arrived at the hospital at 8.10am this morning and was in time to help her with her breakfast. After breakfast I took her to the bathroom and have her a good wash before getting her dressed. I then took her out for a cig, it was pouring down but we have a little sheltered area where we sit at the back of the hospital and it was very mild. We then went to the cafe and had a coffee before going back to the ward to watch some TV together. She also rung my aunt and uncle and had a good blether to each of them.
After I had given her lunch I took her for another cig and then took her back up to the ward and put her to bed for a nap at about 12.30pm. I told her I was going home to move the furniture ready for her bed arriving tomorrow and also that Naomi and Dave would be to see her at 2.30pm. Naomi text me at 2.15pm to say they were at the hospital amd mum was sound asleep so what should they do. I told her to wake mum as she was looking forward to seeing them all. Joe, Thomas and Freya had all made her a card each last night when they had a sleepover at Gillians.
I'm hoping mum is quite alert as I want the kids to see the Jean they know rather than a confused old lady. I think she'll be fine. A couple of things are concerning me about mum. The first is that she hasn't had a bowel movement for quite a few days. I spoke to the nurse yesterday and explained that as mum has diverticulitis she is either running to the loo or very constipated. I also explained that she had a haemeroid and that it was bleeding because she was constipated. She told me they had noticed the blood and had put sudocrem on her bottom (neither use nor ornament to be honest) The nurse also said she would get mum some movicol or lactalose. Today mum was still constipated. Her bottom is really sore and bleeding. I spoke to another nurse who has said she will get her some movicol and some anusol (much better) so we'll see. I am going to take movicol back with me as well as some anusol and if nothing's been done I'll sort it myself. Some of these nurses are just a disgrace.
The other thing that concerned me was that she asked me this morning what my dad was making for my tea tonight. My dad died when my mum was only 47, she is now almost 75! This came as a shock as she didn't seem confused. I reminded her that dad had died years ago and she said 'what am I like, I just forgot' then proceeded to ask me what I was making for dads tea. Immediately she said it she said 'there I go saying it again I don't know what's wrong with me!' I wonder if she's just been thinking about dad when she's on her own?
However, even with these concerns, I have had another lovely morning with mum!
