Another full set of bedding to wash. (*sings* Latex gloves I love you, Latex gloves I dooo...)
A trip to Boots for supplies to attempt to prevent the above happening again.
Ma's tolerance for visitors is roughly an hour. But only if they talk about the past and her part in it. Any deviation from that and she is likely to get up and walk out.
It is easier to persuade her to eat in the evening if it is something sweet: sticky toffee pudding, tinned fruit and evap etc.
Those mattress protectors take some drying! Thank goodness for the Aga otherwise it probably wouldn't be dry despite going on the line before 9am.
She may have dementia but she clearly hasn't forgotten how to be passive-aggressive.
I hate giving her those injections. Not because I haven't injected before (two diabetics) but because it's quite a thick liquid and hurts for quite a while after it is done and the injection site always bleeds a little. Bless her, she never complains but does say now and then that it's 'not very nice'.
To keep the new night time underpinnings firmly in place she's also wearing a pair of cycling shorts. When I said 'Goodnight Bradley' I don't think she got the joke but it amused the hell out of me.