Good morning from a cloudy Glasgow, where it is already 16°C! It is predicted to be 24° today. I may have misheard Alexa!
DD let me sleep on, after yet another disturbed night, He has kindly brought me a long hot water bottle to wrap around my painful shoulders.
Lots of busyness already this morning on here!
Mizuna, my DD and SIL would have been there like a shot with a saw, offering to take the wood off your hands. They are obsessed with their new log burner.
We had a pleasant day out yesterday, managing to change the expensive LED lights. We have sixteen of them, in various lights in our lounge and eight so far have been faulty. The manager explained that the manufacturer has accepted they are a faulty batch and expects to see us soon with the rest!
I also had a look at M&S sale and was so disappointed at what they had to offer.
Today I need to pick up a pile of prescriptions and get them dispensed.
There are so many, they are impossible to sync, especially as the surgery are so strict about not ordering too early.
I wrote a note, explaining some of them have been requested slightly early, but I am unwell and running backwards to the surgery is becoming problematic, because my surgery is at the far end of the neighbouring town.
Much to my surprise, the have agreed to write the script!
Grandmabatty, please insist on being at meetings with social work, regarding your mum.
Social Work decided to send my very demanding mother back home from hospital, without my knowledge. I had three children, was studying part time, wearing two wrist splints up to my elbows and working full time at the time. She told them I was giving up my job to look after her. They believed her, because she was bed blocking and they needed her bed!
She never did go home, after I made a colossal fuss and she saw a geriatric consultant, who diagnosed her with alzheimers and deemed that she needed full time nursing care and radiotherapy for a basal cell ulcer, which had eaten into her eye, but she had refused treatment for it. The thing was, she had initially fooled her GP ( despite my protestations) and the nursing staff.
One of my colleagues found me distraught in my room one day and urged me to phone social work and arrange a meeting, which set the ball rolling for support.
Be ahead of the game for your own physical and mental wellbeing.
On reading your posts, I find she sounds a lot like my mum.
I wish you all a pleasant day and as always, the poorlies are in my thoughts and prayers.
