@JeffLebowski it's horrible seeing them in distress. The worst memory of my DM's final stay in hospital was when she got a UTI and was completely out of her gourd. Her partner and I both thought she was dying-dying. Long story short, the next day I came in and found her chatting happily to the nurses - new antibiotics had sorted it.
Phone call this morning from the ward. "Has anyone called you about doing a stretcher assessment on ER's house?"
Fuxake, do they never a) talk to the patient b) write anything down. No.
I mean she's been bouncing in and out of hospital the past couple of years and they were in her house a week or two ago...
"I am (two counties away)... She has a key safe," I say with practiced civility.
"They can't use a key safe, someone has to let them in,"
(Oh dear, is there a bad apple in the paramedics who nicks stuff? I do not say.)
I say the neighbours are very helpful (bless them) and ER has their numbers.
I texted ER (because I do talk to her, unlike them, and sure she's old and frail, but broadly speaking the marble count is A-OK) and she said, "you're on holiday... I'm coping very well". Bless her.
I'm not actually worried that anything much will go wrong so I count myself lucky there. Thanks to Mr ER who left her v v comfortably off.
My vague plan is to go down next weekend when we're back. Depending on how she's doing, I can suggest she gets a private physio in daily to help her claw back as much function as she can.
The care home convo may be drawing closer. But she may just want to be At Home With Her Cat and I can understand that.