I have been feeling a bit down over the past week. The reason for that is obvious; I am worried about Grandma’s health problems and about how sad James is. Not that he says much about it but she’s his Mum and he loves her. But I think that I am also reminded of my experiences with my own Mum towards the end of her life and the current situation has brought it all back.
Yesterday Grandma and I had to spend the afternoon at the hospital; Grandma’s back has been very painful and the carers raised the possibility that she might have fractured a vertebra when she had a small fall recently. So the doctor sent us to the hospital for an x-ray. To cut a long story short, there is no fracture and the pain is probably due to being in bed for so long; the doctor and district nurses have put plans in place to ameliorate the situation and have referred her to physio.
You would think that being back at Hairmyres yet again would have made me feel even sadder due to my many visits there with both my Mum and Grandma, but strangely it didn’t have that effect. I felt really focussed on trying to get Grandma’s x-ray arranged quickly, organising her transport to and from the hospital, liaising with the ambulance staff, doctors and nurses to achieve the outcome that Grandma wanted, which was to get back home as soon as possible. And when she was home safe and tucked up in her own wee bed I felt quite euphoric. I’m not kidding myself; I know that she is very frail and unwell, but I was just so relieved to get her home safe.
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