John and I both got in late last night after visiting our Mums in their respective hospitals .John went for the red wine and cheese and cracker ( comfort ) option whereas ,I opted for The Coach Trip( got in there first with the remote ), rum and coke and ham and mustard buttie ( quick fix ) option. Then once we’d got our heads back to a place they could sort of focus we talked …and talked. I hit the sack first leaving John the remote control and his TV indulgence ‘The Shed Channel ( honest ).
Nanny is making steady progress. She is able to talk , laugh a bit and is blessed with a flow of visitors.It is still a long haul for her .
Grandmama was in ( not at the ) theatre when I got to her ward . I was in there for three and a half hours before she came back .So I kept myself busy- found out what everyone else was in for/read their notes/adjusted their drug charts/did obs/ emptied a few bedpans/ re-tiled the shower room / divided up The Quality Street in The Nurses Station into soft and hard centres etc etc.etc etc. In other words ,I had a lot of time to think …..and something odd came to me. Three years ago on Wed 18th March around 11am I was at work and I had a text from Rosie ,saying she’d passed her driving test. I was overjoyed. Rosie wasn’t the most natural of drivers and I seriously thought she might match Grandma’s score of 7th time lucky. Two hours later , my bubble burst , when Brigstock Manor phoned to say Grandma was in a bad way .She was in agony with her shingles,and the morphine she had taken , had sent her barking mad . My earlier euphoria was put on the back boiler ,and from work I shot straight over there.to try and calm her down …Three years and five days later , virtually the same thing happened .It was a Wednesday , I was at work ,Flo texted me at 4pm to say she’d passed her driving test,and at 6.30 ,Uplands phoned to say Grandma had broken her knee , so I shot over to Kings College to calm her down .Now is that me, or is that weird?