It’s been quite a day after a stressful evening yesterday, not without a good dose of black comedy
Dad left a cryptic message on my phone yesterday about everything “being a mess”. Turned out Mum wasn’t well and ended up being admitted to Chesterfield Royal HDU late afternoon
Late evening, I started getting calls from Dad. The hospital (Dad: “it was an Indian doctor but I could understand him”) was asking him if they should resuscitate Mum if necessary. He replied no, she’d prefer to “slip away”. We were all prepared for the worst.
Then Dad called again to say the doc had called him back to say Mum’s spirited response to the same question was that they should most certainly resuscitate her.
Awkward! Luckily it didn’t come to that, but I realised I needed to get up to Derbyshire right away.
I saw off my AirBnB guest this morning. Luckily he didn’t kick up too much fuss about being chucked out early.
Got the house ready for Leon and Lily before a quick trot round the park with a newly shorn Lottie. That haircut should last her a while. God knows what I’ll look like after a few months away from a hairdresser’s.
Then finally left dear Preswylfa St and off to Derbyshire via the pharmacy to pick up a couple of months’ worth of prescription meds. The pharmacist was dressed for battle in plastic apron and mask. We both eyed a coughing punter warily and gave her a wide berth. Others were panic-buying paracetamol.
I’ve just seen been to visit Mum at Chesterfield Royal. It’s an hour’s round trip, but the care she’s getting is amazing. The hospital is really empty, everyone’s staying away. There’s a sense of girding themselves for what’s to come…
I’m staying up there for a while. Got a deal on a holiday cottage, so have my own space and things could be a lot worse.
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2022 and all that 