They Say What They Say

Oh my god I'm home!

I've spent the last four days in the old home town, helping my sister wrangle the local aged and health care authorities about mother and I am unbelievably tired. She's out of hospital and has gone into respite care for a few days. I took yesterday and part of today off to go fetch her and take her out to the hostel this morning. It seems like a reasonably nice place. It's clean and fairly new, the staff are nice and friendly, the rooms all have their own TV and separate bathroom and best of all, they bring the residents breakfast in bed which is always a plus in mum's eyes. I rang her this evening and she seemed in good spirits, so fingers crossed she enjoys her time there. N and the family are going away for a couple of weeks so we've booked her in at the same place for the the time they'll be away just so we can be sure she'll be okay while they're gone. Normally she'd be okay on her own and either my brother or myself would visit on the weekend, but what with having had pneumonia twice in the last month we'd rather she was in someplace like Home Care so that there'd be people around in case something happened.

We're also hoping that she'll enjoy being waited on enough that she will put her name down for a retirement home. Yesterday I broached the subject with her briefly and she didn't say no, although she also said that she didn't feel ready for that sort of move. But as I pointed out, she'd have to go on a waiting list anyway so it'd be 12-18 months before a place became available. God forbid that it should happen, but I reckon if she has another hospital stay this year it may tip her over to wanting to make the move. Who knows what we'd do with the house, but we'll deal with that if and when it comes. I just wish we stop this continuous cycle of crisis management that we've gotten ourselves into with mum. It's wearing us all out!

ETA: One go thing amongst the gloom and frustration: my Supernatural season four DVDs arrived today!

*bounces with glee*

Oh my god I'm home!

I've spent the last four days in the old home town, helping my sister wrangle the local aged and health care authorities about mother and I am unbelievably tired. She's out of hospital and has gone into respite care for a few days. I took yesterday and part of today off to go fetch her and take her out to the hostel this morning. It seems like a reasonably nice place. It's clean and fairly new, the staff are nice and friendly, the rooms all have their own TV and separate bathroom and best of all, they bring the residents breakfast in bed which is always a plus in mum's eyes. I rang her this evening and she seemed in good spirits, so fingers crossed she enjoys her time there. N and the family are going away for a couple of weeks so we've booked her in at the same place for the the time they'll be away just so we can be sure she'll be okay while they're gone. Normally she'd be okay on her own and either my brother or myself would visit on the weekend, but what with having had pneumonia twice in the last month we'd rather she was in someplace like Home Care so that there'd be people around in case something happened.

We're also hoping that she'll enjoy being waited on enough that she will put her name down for a retirement home. Yesterday I broached the subject with her briefly and she didn't say no, although she also said that she didn't feel ready for that sort of move. But as I pointed out, she'd have to go on a waiting list anyway so it'd be 12-18 months before a place became available. God forbid that it should happen, but I reckon if she has another hospital stay this year it may tip her over to wanting to make the move. Who knows what we'd do with the house, but we'll deal with that if and when it comes. I just wish we stop this continuous cycle of crisis management that we've gotten ourselves into with mum. It's wearing us all out!

ETA: One go thing amongst the gloom and frustration: my Supernatural season four DVDs arrived today!

*bounces with glee*