Category Archives: looking after Mum
Retaining information
Someone in Mum’s dementia unit can read and retain information. Dont get me wrong, this is great. For them. Less so for people like me. Because, to keep people safe in a home such as Mum’s there are key pads … Continue reading
Cracking on with Tuesdays
This Tuesday I joined Mum for breakfast as there seemed rather a lot to get done and I’ve discovered it is possible to fit more into the day if you simply get up earlier and crack on. However, the level … Continue reading
Musical Bingo, anyone?
Now Mum has moved to the dementia unit at the care home, visiting has become a bit more of a gamble. There’s a lot more activities for Mum to take part in and the team have no qualms with ‘encouraging’ … Continue reading
A tale of numbers that made me angry
Numbers are not my friends. They never have been. They move around when I try to write them down or remember them, and if there are too many to deal with I swear they pretty much run around in my … Continue reading
The nose clip Tuesday
Dear people in my computer, On the surface, my Tuesdays might look quite same-y. I negotiate the M23 and M25, experience the joys of Tesco, every four weeks or so I add a trip to pick up a small pharmacy … Continue reading
A bit of honesty
Dear people in my computer, I think I might have fallen into that social media trap a bit. You know, the one where you make life look a bit more smiley than it is. It’s tricky, because nobody wants to … Continue reading
The kindness of strangers. And the joy of a hedgecutter.
When was the last time you said something lovely to a total stranger? Since July I’ve been trying to get Mum and Dad’s much loved garden back under control so Dad has a nice space to look out at. The … Continue reading
And the secret weapon is…
Dear People in my computer: In that last post about Pog’s Chaotic Kitchen Care, I might have got a bit cocky. I thought we’d sorted Dad’s weight, he was on the up and I could cross that off my list. … Continue reading
I was doing it all wrong…
This week’s Tuesday included a surprisingly fantabulous trip to a hospital with Dad. It was fantabulous on a number of different levels: Dad’s breathing is better than it has been in ages and he was able to chat. I heard … Continue reading
🎈🎈🎈Happy birthday, Dad!🎈🎈🎈
Not quite what we had planned, but a damn good cake (my offer to make a chocolate poo was passed over 🤷🏼♀️), connecting all of us through the powers of technology and most of us in person too. 💜
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