Evening all. Well, DMum is in a side room with its own loo, being brought sandwiches and drinks, settled on a sort of lounger with pillows and blankets, within the urgent care centre of the hospital. She has tested positive for Covid, there are markers for infection in her bloods, she is very dehydrated and on intravenous fluids and antibiotics. My brother is allowed to sit with her, they are only worried about exposing the other A&E patients to her Covid. She is likely to be transferred to a Covid positive ward tonight (well, 'later'/'in due course') for further tests, monitoring and fluids. I've spent the day with my dad, getting washing and tidying done, changing the bed, then bringing him here for dinner and company while keeping updated by bruv. Tested dad with our last LFT once we had the news about Dmum. He is very positive for Covid, but completely well - which will make DMum even angrier with him!
So, we feel a little further on, but that may not be the whole story, of course. I don't suppose Covid explains her fatigue and weight loss in recent months, but then she has been very stressed about the move, and she runs on fumes for much of the time anyway, never mind during big life changes.
I realise I also may have Covid - I have a cough, I'm quite achey - but since I've had all my jabs and I'm not feeling any worse than with a regular cold, I'm going to plod on regardless.
I have to say that, so far, the NHS, beleaguered though it be, has been excellent and very responsive to my mother's situation.