... she's home. The ambulance dropped her off at 4pm, still in her pyjamas having done a Skipton and refusing to get dressed all day.
She wasn't deemed to be in need of rehabilitation or intermediate care but Barry phoned this afternoon to say that she can have the services of the reablement team. I do think this is a good thing. As we know, her mood swings can be mercurial, especially with me, so I'm hopeful that having someone here to encourage her to do things who isn't personally involved will work well. This is assuming that she doesn't take against them of course.
She looks tired and it is very difficult to follow what she is saying so I suggested that she goes to bed for a while, and she's just zimmered her way to the bedroom. Slightly concerned by the speed and lack of control with the Zimmer though!
Also apprehensive about giving her the Clexane injections. But I'm going to have to get over that.
Her appetite is still rubbish so I've just nipped to the chemist for some Complan. It's all very well me sneaking extra nutition into her food but its not much use if she won't eat it. At the very least she will have half a 'milky' drink at bedtime.
I'm hopeful that now she's home she will settle and stabilise. Not the best time for me to suffer from the worst IBS attack I've ever had mind you. Typical.
Injection done. Painkillers and meds given. Bell placed at the side of the bed. Chocolate Complan and some biscuits on the bedside table. I hope she has a good and restful night.
I'm off too. Nightbless.