Post by tony2stroke on Apr 19, 2020 9:15:43 GMT 1
I haven't mentioed anything about this for 12 days, as that is when my mum went back into hospital (she's been bed ridden for 7 years and this is the 5th time in maybe 7 months she's gone to hospital). Suspected Covid and as she was put into the ambulance I was told I can't come with them or visit her, all I can do is phone the hospital. I sat on the little bench in the front garden as they drove her away and cried my eyes out. I was convinced I'd never see her again. She was placed in the emergency ward, and I'm sure she had to be very close to people with the virus. I was phoning constantly until I realised this probably didn't help the staff at the ward or me and I limited my calls a bit. After three days of agonosing waiting I called and she had been moved to a regualar ward. No virus in her but her blood sugars were through the roof (should be 5...were 40) and she had a chest infection. That got me even more worried. I kept on calling in, just twice a day and she was improving, bloods down to 6.7 and today...she came home. The relief was unbelievable. I really thought she was gone. So she's home, and knows where she is and she's happy. And so am I. Guess now I can finally get some sleep. Tomorrow it's back to normal for me...F/T carer.
One thing I do plan to do is when this is all over is go to the Kingfisher ward she was on (St Peter's in Chertsey Middx) and give everyone there a huge box of chocolates.
Alex
O bloody hell Alex, you must have been beside yourself, I can only imagine what you were going through with all this, glad to hear she is back home mate, take care butt.