I drank a little too much coffee this morning and had to stop at the services on the way to see Mum. She was asleep and still in her nightie when I arrived. She woke easily and smiled. I noted that her eye looked much better and commented about the fact that she was still in her nightdress and she replied that she was ‘having a lazy day today.’ I gave her the cup of coffee which I had bought on the way and informed her that the shop didn’t have any Mr Kipling cakes but I had bought her a packet of giant chocolate buttons instead. She then told me that she liked coffee and grew it in her garden. I looked a little surprised and she then went on to explain that she grew it in her garden in Rhodesia! She told me it was a lovely country to live in and that I should try and go one day.
One of her carers arrived and asked her if she wanted roast pork or risotto. She decided on the pork but I tried to talk her into having the risotto as she rarely eats much of the pork. She became very cross and told me not to be dictatorial! We agreed on the pork and I gave her a small glass of port. ‘ this is not pork, this is port!’ she exclaimed! She calmed down and ate the chocolate buttons whilst we watched some of Wimbledon on the TV. She commented on the fact that the players shorts were now far too long ” they can’t run in those, they would be much better off in shorter ones”
Her lunch arrived but unfortunately they had forgotten to mince up the pork. After a short discussion she agreed to try the risotto which was really tasty. She ate almost the whole serving!
After lunch she declared that she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. I left her to doze whilst I watched the Tour de France and sewed yet another teddy! She woke up when her pudding arrived and ate a whole bowl of custard and cream before falling back to sleep.
I stayed with her for just over 4 hours as I wanted to see the end of the race. She slept most of that time, mumbling occasionally in her sleep. During my stay an elderly gentleman wondered into Mum’s room looking for the toilet. I was able to escort him back to his own room which he had mislaid! All of the rooms have photos of the residents outside the door which is very helpful when one of them gets lost.
I am finding it harder and harder to recognise my Mum in this poor old lady who lies in bed with her twisted body. She is unable to do anything for herself and is very frail and vulnerable. I take comfort in the fact that she appears very well looked after but do have some concerns when I see other vunerable residents wandering around lost and confused. Is this what many of us have to look forward to??