Yesterday I visited my mother on her birthday in her care home. In fairness to her she did like the handbag I bought for her for her birthday. She had asked me to buy her a handbag. Otherwise, as usual she was very negative. She had texted me to say she was ill and the doctor had been called. When we arrived she was in bed. She explained how ill she was, but it was her usual problem of constipation (she often gets it and always calls the dr) and no doubt she’d told the staff she needed a doctor. Obviously they don’t know her as well as I do. I could have diagnosed it myself and prescribed two sennacot which would have sorted her out. She’s so attentive seeking all the time.
At the same time my husband’s mother, also 94, is in hospital for her fourth week, suffering from breathing difficulties and chest infections. Yesterday my husband phoned the hospital and managed to speak to her. I ended up crying. She sounded so so ill. She said her chest hurts her to breathe (she’s on three litres of oxygen a day) she sounded so bad, it’s so upsetting. Now there’s Covid in the hospital (not her ward) so no visitors are allowed. I don’t think she’ll get better now.
The difference between the two mothers is so huge. It always was, she was so lovely to me right from the beginning. My mother was definitely not nice to my husband. One time she said he’d have made a good Nazi. I gasped. And she laughed. She’s unbelievable.