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I’m kind of in auto pilot at the moment, just one foot in front of the other. The world is a very dark place at the moment. My son texted me this morning, he wanted my opinion on something and I couldn’t give it. I told him it didn’t matter anymore what I said, he has rejected every offer of help we’ve given him and I don’t know what to say anymore. I got a nasty message back which both shocked me and destroyed me a little more. I pondered it for a while then realised it wasn’t actually my son sending the message, I’m pretty sure it’s his partner on his phone. The style of writing is all wrong, my son uses the least amount of words possible and never uses emoji’s - the message definately wasn’t from him, it almost read like a novel. The message even ended the same way his partner ends her messages to me whenever she’s losing the argument.
In the end I texted that I was sure I wasn’t actually speaking to my son so I was going to end the conversation, all of a sudden the messages became sickly sweet. I’m sure if I spoke to my son on the phone he wouldn’t even know he had had this conversation with me.
I spent most of the day at the hospital with mum, she has improved a lot since Monday when she was admitted. I have so much to do in the next few days, I have to find a care team now that she’s qualified for an aged care package, I need to get Safety Link installed, physio wants to do at home assessments, OT need to do an assessment, plus a host of other assessments regarding her dementia. I also have to get home help and possibly Meals on Wheels. It all feels overwhelming and I’m not sure where to start. The hospital is talking about sending her home tomorrow or Friday and I just feel like I can’t get everything ready by then.
CT scan showed a fracture in her pelvis (only small) and it has started to mend, so she has had a fall while in QLD at my brothers (which she can’t remember) and arthritis in her spine and another small fracture in a vertebra which is causing the sciatic pain. But, she can get up out of a chair and walk again, albeit a little wobbly but better than it was.
There’s too much going on. I only have to think about my son and I burst into tears. I think about my mum and feel like I’ve let her down too - I asked for an X-ray 3 weeks ago, I should have demanded it, I could have saved her 3 weeks of pain, humiliation and deterioration. I’m so pissed off with everything at the moment, I don’t even know what I want.