Yesterday was day six on this journey. It was also a Sunday.
Mum was either worn out from the meltdowns, or decided to have a day of rest.
We chilled, thanks to the dulcet tones of Neil Sedaka, followed swiftly by Doris Day, which rendered a sense of peacefulness over our home.
Mum also wanted to nap. A lot.
Physically, in just 6 days, Mum looks 10-15 years younger. Is it that we have taken her off one of her medications that was clearly causing her issues (Sukkarto for T2D), and instead have been feeding her a healthy low carb diet?
Or, is it that for the first time in years (probably), that Mum has been hydrated? I bought her a lovely water bottle with built-in straw, that indicates how much Mum has drunk by a certain time. It’s fantastic! Mum loves it because it is pink and see-through. She can see what is in the bottle and finds the colour happy and bright!
We haven’t yet managed to bathe Mum – we can’t get her in the bath – but have requested help from the local authority. Fingers crossed that help arrives in the next day or so.
Toula Mavridou-Messer 