Just spent the day in a hospital with Mum.
We picked her up as arranged at 9 only to listen to her rambling account of another imagined intruder in her garden.
She told the tale twice, once with me in the house as I checked for security and again in the car.
The versions differed hugely so we’ve chosen to take them with a pinch of salt.
While Gill parked the car, I walked her to X-ray who denied all knowledge of her.
Fortunately, I know enough about hospital intranet to know the operator could see where Mum should have been.
At first the receptionist baulked at this but her colleague leant over and pressed Button B and Shazzam! Mum’s actual appointment appeared in the Endoscopy department. She scowled at me while Mr Smartypants Colleague told us how to get there.
It made more sense than her insistence that they wanted to X-ray her gullet and bowel.
After an irritating hour watching various grades of numpty wander around the department with various fingers shoved into various orifices they finally took Mum in.
The upshot is that she has a Hiatus Hernia which after 3G Goo.gling I now know is a prolapse of the stomach through the diaphragm causing acid to spill into your gullet. It’s caused by obesity, poor diet and some other stuff that Mum is going to have to get on top of.
This 5 hour jaunt has gobbled up most of a day off but probably points the way to much of my time in the future as Mum’s mental health declines.
Couldn’t let her do it on her own though, could I?
