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-Sunday, May, 25th. 2008. 21.40 
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-Phone call from Home Care Duty Team - Mum has fallen and has pain in her ribs. Carer with her and waiting for an ambulance. 
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-22.55 Still waiting for ambulance 
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-Monday, 26th. May. 8.10 
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-Ambulance arrived at 2.20. Admitted to Ward 12 Victoria Infirmary at 4.10 for assessment. 
-15.00 Visited with David. Spoke to nurse: she is to assessed as to why she fell and are awaiting a bed at the Mansionhouse Unit (Geriatric). Mum very confused. Thinks she was blown over by the wind and a man brought her home ( told me this before) and she went to the doctor and he sent her home to wait for an ambulance in case she went into labour. This relates to the last time she was in an ambulance herself - in labour with Belle in 1953. Insists hospital have lost her toiletries and worried about her bus pass. On the plus side she did know who I was, admired my cardigan and noticed I was "​losing my lovely red hair". She asked David how Eileen was but did not ask about Nicole. 
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-Later moved to Ward 3. 
-20.00 Belle visited and she told her she had seen me several days ago. 
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-Tuesday, 27th May. 
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-Has had scan of head. Belle told nothing unusual found. Very sore from bruising and still confused but lucid at times. Moved to Mansionhouse Unit for assessment. 
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-Wednesday, 28th. May. 20.00 
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-Phoned ward. Very sleepy. Monitoring BP lying and standing. Has not asked for painkillers and on no other medication. Is eating and still confused. 
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-Thursday, 29th. May. 13.00 
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-Belle was told she was up and about, had not been walking on Wednesday. Doctor to see her. 
-20.00 David phoned and was told she was having a cup of tea and had eaten very well that day. 
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-Friday, 30th. May. 12.05 
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-Holly, Occupational Therapist, phoned me at work to ask a lot of questions about how Mum would cope at home - stairs, aids, etc. Made me wonder if she had fallen against the bath. Couldn'​t work out how she had bruised ribs falling inside. 
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-19.30 
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-Visited with Belle, Bobby and Sharon. For f***'s sake!!! 
-Don't ever put me in a place like that unless I'm in a single room on an intravenous diamorphine drip so I can slip off to meet Dad! Alternatively,​ gin orally might do the trick.  ​ 
-Mum is positively compos mentis compared to the others in her room. Three of them wander. Sylvia, next bed, keeps shouting, "Help! Help!" and we think the stench of urine was coming from her. Rose kept asking us to help her make a meal or get the shopping or decorate and I think she was looking for a plumber. Margaret, or Mary, was on elbow crutches and stood too close asking inane questions or blatantly listening to us. (She reminded me of the fear I felt when I visited my Papa when I was between 12 and 14 and a man called Bobo kept coming over to our table. He couldn'​t speak and just kept making noises: he terrified me.) And there was nowhere private to go. It was like walking into 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo'​s Nest' and this is supposed to be a rehabilitation ward! NFC. Even Jesus would have his work cut out. In other rooms inmates, male and female, were lying semi-comatose or in the foetal position. There were only 2 Staff nurses and 3 or 4 maids (or similar) for about 30 patients. 
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-When we arrived Mum was in the corridor talking to 2 other ladies. She was barefoot and said someone had stolen her slippers. The nurse suggested that she had taken them off and left them somewhere. She recognised Belle and me. When I asked her if she had fallen against the bath she insisted she had been blown over by the wind - in Essex. She rambled on a bit about a male carer wanting to stay overnight and she wouldn'​t let him in case the neighbours saw him leave in the morning, after all she had her "​reputation to think of." I realised Bobby was struggling not to laugh at the absurdity of it and when I looked at him we both succumbed. She was not best pleased. I asked her if she knew who Bobby was and she thought he was "the clever one". (She meant Michael). She said he was too old   ​because "Bobby was just a wee boy"​.  ​ 
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