Positive news

Firstly, thanks toyou all for your encouraging messages, it is good to know that so many people are on our side.

I headed this ‘positive news’, and that is what this is. Today Mum is sitting up in bed, considerably more alert tho still incredibly tired. She is able to utter a few words, getting out ‘yes’, ‘no’ and the odd comment (such as ‘I don’t care’ when I told her she had bed hair!)

The medics have been on the case and she is on thickened apple juice – called ‘syrup’. (There is apparantly a thicker consistency called ‘custard’ – this makes sense of the instructions over the bed next door which say ’10 sips iced custard – saw that yesterday when I assumed it meant regular custard, am glad for the patients that even hospitals do not sink that low with their food!) They are going to hopefully start her on pureed food tomorrrow but she has had to have a tube inserted in her nose to supplement the diet by piping the stuff into her stomach. Denise and I were there at the time it was inserted. Well, to be honest, Denise was present and held Mum’s hand while the tube was put in. I went away, thinking I would miss some of the procedure and be there at the end. They’d finished by the time I returned (v quick) and I felt such a coward and deserter. Mum said ‘Doesn’t matter’ when I apologised, which helped.

Den and Dad are doing much better today and it is a relief for all of us to see such an improvement. However, it is one step on a long journey. Still, I am not going to waste today’s triumph by worrying about tomorrow. Keep praying, guys, I think it might just be working!

4 thoughts on “Positive news

  1. a journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step.

    glad to hear you sounding so positive and also glad to hear that you and your mum still have your distinct sense of humour intact.

    only you could get away with telling your mum after all of this that she had ‘bed head’ 😉

  2. Brilliant news that she’s started to say some clear words. I’d like to share this little (true) story, which I hope will make you smile in the circumstances, and to let you know you’re not the only daft one round here:

    Years ago when I was a student nurse we had a guy on the ward who had had several previous strokes (he wasn’t in hospital this time because of them but for some other reason which I forget). These strokes had left his speech almost impossible to understand. He rang the buzzer and I went to answer it, and try as I might I just *couldn’t* understand what he wanted. After about 4 attempts, with me getting more embarrassed and him getting more wound up, I eventually decided I was just going to have to guess, so said in my most cheerful, most patronising nursey voice "oh, so it’s the urine bottle you want". Now, whatever it was he wanted, the urine bottle was so far from what it was that in one extraordinary feat of frustrated annoyance he blurted out, *as clear as a bell*, "God, you’re a dozy cow you are!" I nearly wet myself trying not to laugh, and it still makes me laugh, all these years later. (I never did find out what he wanted – I just got a less hapless nurse to deal with him instead).

    Anyway – prayers for your mum’s continued good recovery.

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