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Ah, poor woman. Tonight she was wandering the corridors in floods of tears, when I asked if she was OK, she told me she'd just heard her mother had died, she didn't know what she was going to do because her brother didn't care and she had 'all these little children to care for'.
She told me she was leaving - I had to call for a nurse in case she actually tried to (she's diabetic and on warfarin). The nurse plied her with ovantine and got her back to bed.
She caught up to me later, as I was waiting in the corridor for mum to come out of the bathroom, told me again about her mother, then lifted her nightie and pulled down her knickers, revealing what Moss would call her 'lady parts', took out a well-used incontinence pad and thrust it under my nose. "Look at that," she commented, casually. "That was clean on this morning."
::is unsure whether to laugh or cry::
She told me she was leaving - I had to call for a nurse in case she actually tried to (she's diabetic and on warfarin). The nurse plied her with ovantine and got her back to bed.
She caught up to me later, as I was waiting in the corridor for mum to come out of the bathroom, told me again about her mother, then lifted her nightie and pulled down her knickers, revealing what Moss would call her 'lady parts', took out a well-used incontinence pad and thrust it under my nose. "Look at that," she commented, casually. "That was clean on this morning."
::is unsure whether to laugh or cry::
exhausted
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