Wednesday

Mum had been sufficiently sleepy yesterday for me to feel confident that she’d be sound and unresponsive today. I gave myself the day off.

Lesley too took the day off. Dad was off to the day centre and a quick check on his webcam told us he was safely sitting in his armchair ready to be collected. Lesley checked in by phone a couple of times. He confirmed that both his hearing aids were working fine but, mysteriously, he couldn’t hear a word when he was asked whether he was in any pain. His audiologists had said before that his deafness could be somewhat selective.

The main achievement of our day was to give The Dog a decent walk and a bit of a swim.

Lesley got a fair bit of admin done but the constant wailing of “Why won’t this bloody thing print!?” or “The helpdesk said I need to clear my cookies and I don’t even know what that means!!” and similar was enough to disrupt my afternoon.

Even if I’m doing a job that requires no brain whatsoever it doesn’t take much to put me off my stroke and I got nothing done.

And that was pretty much as expected.

Author’s Note

My Mum is in a nursing home in a small village in the Thames Valley. The photo is not of the home. I used an AI image generator to give the reader some idea of the home she’s in.

All, some or maybe even none (you’ll never know!) of the names have been changed to protect privacy and hide real identities. If you think you recognise someone then let me know and I’ll edit the post or remove it entirely