Night and Day

I’ve not now slept in three days. Two nights were down to pure stress. I’d start to feel hot and agitated… Last night was something far worse. After a good night — and I mean a *good* night — my Mum’s delirium came back worse. The poor thing has been suffering from the awful laxatives […]

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Day and Night

6.38AM Wide awake. Not slept much, though it’s merely stress that’s stopped me, pumping all that Epinephrine into my system and making me hot an restless. Thus far I’ve only needed to get up once to help my Mum, which, admittedly was difficult. There’s some equipment we probably need to help movement into and out […]

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Brief Update

A brief update from the lull before… well, whatever comes next. My Mum is due home today but the process has been difficult. One day I hope to write about it and I’d do that now but I’ve got so much to do. Both my sister and myself are worried because we don’t know what […]

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The Stench

I can’t get rid of the stench of the hospital. Sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve been in a pretty bad place regarding my Mum; fighting a system that… Well, you’ll see what I’ve been fighting. My mum was due home yesterday. After they’d finally put her (at my insistence) on antibiotics last week […]

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Fighting

I’ve been silent for a few days because I’ve just not had the energy. After 11 days of fighting, I finally got my Mum the antibiotics that she always takes when she gets into this state of confusion/delirium. Or I hope she’s got them as I was promised. COVID means I’m stuck at home and […]

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Numb

Christ. Yes, I know I don’t believe but there’s still something satisfying in the old curses. I had three hours sleep, hitting the pillow about five thirty. I’ve written a piece about last night which should appear today. I’ll hopefully have more to say about it in the coming days. Real life is crowding for […]

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Election

Not much news but a new piece I’ve written from the point of view of what Trump’s failures have been (it was a counter-piece to another article). You can read it over yonder. I’ll hopefully be writing about the result overnight, circumstances allowing.

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Distraction

No news today. Still waiting to get through to the ward but, it being a Sunday, the phone isn’t being picked up. Meanwhile, at this end of the line, I’ve been doing a prestigious amount of sleeping. I’m trying to catch up the sleep I’ve missed ahead of what I’m sure is going to be […]

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Sleep

I slept long this morning for the first time in years. The past few days – the past few weeks – have been exhausting. My Mum is still in hospital but (hopefully… I was only told this by a ward nurse) the major tests (including both an MRI and CT scan on her head) have […]

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Friday

“I have no idea where we’ll be by later today.” It’s been a very long 24 hours since I wrote that line.   My Mum is now in hospital and I don’t have much news, mainly because of the ’vid, which means I couldn’t go with her, can’t visit, and the hospital are clearly so […]

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Genetic Sleep

An update for those of you following my current trials. Yesterday my mum mostly slept, which meant I could grab a couple of hours to write an article which should appear sometime today. The sleep, however, has been worrying me but then I remembered my summer… You might remember that a few months ago I […]

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Eyes

My mother is not Hunter S. Thompson. If you’d thought that, you would be labouring under a misapprehension or you’d be simply confusing her with my sister. My sister has been struggling with her inflammatory condition for so many years that she can take drugs like a pro. She’s like the late master of Gonzo […]

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Zombieland

Apologies in advance. I hate boring people with my ongoing problems but I honestly find these blog posts useful. First, they’re a way for me to vent a little. Second, they provide a good record for what’s been happening. Many a time I’ve come back to look at a blog I had written to remember […]

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Knees

A hypochondriac looking after a hypochondriac is a toxic mix. I spent more time that I should this week Googling “my knees feel nauseous”. Those weren’t my knees, I should add, but my mother’s knees and Google didn’t have an answer. My mother had a complaint that medical science had never before discussed. That was […]

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