I am really grateful to several good Samaritans who came to my aid yesterday, in my hour of need. As I made my way back to my car inGrimsby I began to feel as and stood restingat the side of the road. A gentleman who was passing by enquired if I was alright escorted me back to a safe haven. The girls in reception of my solicitors took care of me until I felt well enough to drive to my doctors for assessment.
Nina a Practice Nurse delayed her lunch, to discover that low blood pressure was causing my discomfort. Chloe Maureen’s carer contacted Michelle at the Care Agency to arrange emergency cover to step in as my return home was going to be delayed. Apart from my mobile phone creating problems everything else worked like clockwork.
All of the people involved rescuing me in my hour of need stepped up to the plate without hesitation, as did other cogs in the wheel that I have not mentioned. The gentleman who stopped in the street just happened to mention that his wife had lung cancer, and was on palliative care. The women in the solicitors were all working away like beavers. My friends at Clee Medical Centre were all busy trying to deal with the pressures within the NHS. Chloe needed to get to her next call, and I’m sure Michelle at Hica was in the middle of her daily juggling act: matching need with scarce resources.
There is only one word I would want to say to you all: ‘THANKYOU’, for keeping Maureen safe, and reassuring me that my ticker wasn’t about to give out on me just weeks before I have had my three score years and ten!
I also need to apologise for the extra work I caused so many people yesterday: I needn’t have been rushing around in Grimsby. My apology is based on failing to understand dementia. My missions to try to find Maureen suitable clothing are pointless. The hours I spend trawling clothes outlets are a complete waste of time. The problems are not clothes: the problem is Maureen has dementia. That means that only certain clothes will ever be suitable for her. They may look worn or ill-fitting but if she is happy in them that is all that matters. The days of Maureen looking like a well-dressed woman have gone: she has dementia!
On the underwear front, again I am wasting my time. There will be days when nothing is comfortable: everything will irritate her in one way or another. Things that she has worn for days will be too tight, and scratch her tender skin. On those days I need to provide TLC and not go on shopping expeditions for suitable attire: Maureen has dementia!
When I returned home shortly before 2pm Maureen was still in bed. She had refused to eat or get out of bed for Chloe. Apparently on occasions, she used some unpleasant language to express concern that I had ‘gone out to enjoy myself yet again’. She showed some concern about my dizzy spell in town, and carried on as normal for the rest of the day.
Early evening I left her to tidy up the kitchen; complaining about a shortage of staff in this Care Home. I realised l my mistake later when I saw the state of the kitchen. When I went into the utility room I saw what else had been keeping her busy: ‘packing to go home’, as you will see from the photo opposite.
There is a clear lesson from today: Maureen has dementia – forget that for one moment and I’m in trouble!