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I visited Aunty Eve last Sunday - wow, it was like seeing a totally different woman! She was sitting up in the chair next to the bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed and we had a lovely, long natter. She's feeling more like herself. At that point, there was hope she might be released to go back home this weekend. She will be getting six weeks of what's called Rapid Response, which is a team that goes in 3 times a day. After that, they'll assess and see. Various widgets will be fitted to her bed and toilet to aid her in getting up and down. And she'll have a walker, which will provide her with more stability.
However, I nearly had heart failure today - i got called on my mobile at work, a private number. Blinking, I answered and it was the hospital, wanting to know if I was the contact for Eve Wren. Argh! My heart nearly pounded out of my chest! But it turns out all is well, they just wanted to let me know she was moving wards today. Sheesh. So it seems she's been moved to an elderly care ward and that the aforementioned widgets will be fitted at the house during next week. She will not be pleased to not be going home just yet, so I'm going to ring the new ward tomorrow and see if I can talk to her on the phone.
I phoned Marion and Jo to let them know about the move. Jo annoyed me - she thinks the rapid response is a waste of time and Aunty Eve should be in a nursing home. She says that to Aunty Eve in my hearing and things Will Not Go Well. Yes, she probably would be physically better off, but emotionally and mentally? There's a quality element to life that Jo seems to be forgetting. Aunty Eve wants to go home. What she wants, I want her to have. If it proves to be impossible for her to stay there, so be it, but she'll have to see it for herself. Telling her isn't going to cut it. Grrr!
Work goes ok, tomorrow is ShitStirrer's birthday, joy. At least she'll be in a good mood, I guess.
I've had two bits of good luck this past week. I found out British Gas owes me £140 and they're willing to give it back to me without fighting over it. And I won a signed copy of a friend's new book! Hee!
Now, according to lore, things come in threes. Mebbe it'd be worth doing the lottery this week.....
However, I nearly had heart failure today - i got called on my mobile at work, a private number. Blinking, I answered and it was the hospital, wanting to know if I was the contact for Eve Wren. Argh! My heart nearly pounded out of my chest! But it turns out all is well, they just wanted to let me know she was moving wards today. Sheesh. So it seems she's been moved to an elderly care ward and that the aforementioned widgets will be fitted at the house during next week. She will not be pleased to not be going home just yet, so I'm going to ring the new ward tomorrow and see if I can talk to her on the phone.
I phoned Marion and Jo to let them know about the move. Jo annoyed me - she thinks the rapid response is a waste of time and Aunty Eve should be in a nursing home. She says that to Aunty Eve in my hearing and things Will Not Go Well. Yes, she probably would be physically better off, but emotionally and mentally? There's a quality element to life that Jo seems to be forgetting. Aunty Eve wants to go home. What she wants, I want her to have. If it proves to be impossible for her to stay there, so be it, but she'll have to see it for herself. Telling her isn't going to cut it. Grrr!
Work goes ok, tomorrow is ShitStirrer's birthday, joy. At least she'll be in a good mood, I guess.
I've had two bits of good luck this past week. I found out British Gas owes me £140 and they're willing to give it back to me without fighting over it. And I won a signed copy of a friend's new book! Hee!
Now, according to lore, things come in threes. Mebbe it'd be worth doing the lottery this week.....
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