My partner's prents went to Tasmania today for four nights. They're visiting from the UK (good timing, huh!). They got themselves packed and I took them to the airport about 1030am. Mum got up and was sitting quietly really for most of the day. She had a good breakfast, Crunchola with fresh blueberries and tinned fruit. My friend and I were talking last week about the importance of her eating, and that the problems often start when they stop eating and lose weight. I have bought a selection of treats to tempt her with! I made minestrone from scratch for lunch, which was delicious, and for dinner I made bolognaise sauce which we had with gnocchi. She also had fruit puree mid afternoon, and a little left over canned soup and toast mid morning. For dessert she had weight watchers Berry Surprise icecream! She reported a good bowel movement midday!
Mum had some pain today, about 11am. This worried me. I’m not good with pain, or other bodily “things”. My Mum was a nurse and when I was young I worried a great deal because I thought I also had to be a nurse and I didn’t want to be. Vomiting, pain, urine, faeces, etc., are just not things that I cope well with and I’m wondering how much of this I’m going to have to deal with. I also tend to catastrophise pain, think that it’s a sign that things are absolutely dreadful. The way we dealt with it was by giving her panadol. She’s having oxycontin twice a day and anti-nausea stuff because she reacts badly to morphine. Mum slept this afternoon.
Today I also managed to go to Schots to change an antique Chinese cabinet we’d bought yesterday that was too big for the alcove, and then picked my partner up from work at 5pm. It’s good for me to get out and do things because I think I mistakenly think that I have to be around her all the time, babysitting her, but she tells me I don’t need to. Tonight I’ve spoken to friend Karl, and also to my brother and his wife. I’m tired now so I think I’ll go to bed. I’m reading The Poisonwood Bible which is quite a good book and also reading Jonestown by Chris Masters.
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