Friday 30th January
My mum lives close by to us, in her own house, by herself. She is eighty two years old, quite independent, and can still walk up and down the hills to go into town and meet with friends for lunch or coffee, and in the summer to go on the beach. She loves the sunshine!
Today however, her taxi driver sees her on the lounge floor, through the front window.
She had lain there all night and couldn’t get up.
Paramedics are called, all vital obs seem normal, just some lower back pain and general wobbliness.
I bath her and put her to bed, whilst my sister and my son tidy up the house.
Social Services are called and put an emergency care plan in place, arranging for someone to visit three times a day.
This works fine for Saturday, Sunday and Monday daytime, but her evening carer fails to turn up. Unbelievable.
Whilst I am attending a lymphoedema appointment my sister calls to say that she has again been found on the lounge floor.
The carer arriving at 11:00am found her, called an ambulance and my sister. The curtains were drawn, the gas fire on full blast, and the central heating up high.
My mum is confused and in a lot of pain. Social Services decide that she should be admitted to a care home for a two week observation period.
My sister drives her off to Lamorna, and I return home to my son and husband.