Last week our doctor "call me Emma " phoned to say she had been talking with my daughter and she thought we should all meet to discuss a future care plan for Veronica . She wanted to contact the hospice supervising nurse the community matron the OT and she wanted the main lady who comes in to look after Veronica on Monday afternoons be at the meeting too. So it was all organised for today . My daughter Kate was down from Worthing for Veronica's birthday yesterday ( a sad and happy day ,you will all understand I am sure ) so it all came together.
Like an innocent lamb to the slaughter- that was me .Three very strong women reading me the riot act about looking after myself , taking on more help and getting a respite break - didn't stand a chance . No matter that I explained that I had always had bags under my eyes and that looking tired wasn't necessarily the same as being tired ( mind you last night I was woken at three am by raucous pop music coming out of the baby alarm as Veronica had somehow managed to switch on the clock radio by her bed ). There was no place to hide apparently even the hospice nurse had made some comment . I did say just read the blogs on here and find me someone who isn't tired .But all to no avail - so I am being organised and am going to have to learn to do as I am told (maybe).Secretly it is quite nice to know that other people are concerned about me - but I am not telling them that !
Georgepa- ( the baggy eyed )