My mum is still in hospital where further tests are being carried out as some results caused concern. The main thing is that her spirits have improved.
I was waiting at the front door of the hospital when she arrived to be admitted last night, she had travelled there with my sister Rosalind. She looked very rough, but pride in her youthful appearance made her insist on vehemently refusing a wheelchair to be taken to her ward. She looked at it with total disgust as if to say: "over my dead body".
The medical assessment ward turned out to be mixed, I didn’t think they still existed, and that was initially a shock. I don’t think my mother would have objected had the male patients been dishy, but they were not the type to attract Loula’s flirtatious attention.
She was then asked 101 questions by a nurse and Loula’s weak and despairing countenance swiftly changed to one of wickedness and joviality. She did not realise they were routine questions and found it very offensive to be asked if she used a hearing aid, walked with sticks or a frame, and about the amount of alcohol she drank.
My mum is virtually teetotal, but her answer was defiant:
"Can’t you tell I’m an alcoholic!"
She responded similarly when asked about smoking:
"It’s never too late to take up a bad habit!"
That’s the mood my mum was in last night, I think she has since calmed down. Like me, my mother is a people watcher and she has keenly been eyeing up the dishy doctors. She was telling me about them on the phone this morning when I called her.
My mother is very proud and ageless. She wants to remain glamorous and youthful for ever and will never wear sensible shoes, they have to be totally unsuitable to win her approval.
Her motto is: "Live and love your life away…"
Yes, let’s hope she can continue to do this for many years to come. Now you can see how she leads me astray ….
Update 8.30pm: I’ve just had a phone call from a deliriously happy Loula telling me she is on her way home. But will she be a good girl and do as the doctor tells her? I give you one guess.
Glad to note that she is evidently in a runcible frame of mind 🙂
I think your mother has a great moto!
I love your mum, even if I have never met her. People with attitudes like that keep me going. May she be well and live for a very long time. She deserves to.
Sorry to hear your Mum is being kept in Ellee, and in a mixed ward too – whoever thought those up was incredibly stupid, I was in one when I was rushed in last year. Still at least she’s getting the treatment she needs and I hope she gets better very soon. I’m glad she is in better spirits.
Maalie, runcible”, yes that’s my mum.
Image consultant, if only she would live by her motto instead of fretting about everything.
Philipa, yes, mixed wards are horrid, I shall go and visit her again tomorrow.
It sounds as if her youthful outlook and spirit will carry her through, Ellee. Completely with her on shoes! Ask her to pick out a dishy doc for me while she’s at it, please! I am thinking of you both and wish you all the best. Love from Sicily.
Ellee, I think you have inherited your share of runcibilitude, too 🙂
Maalie, nobody has ever called me that before. 😉
Loula has a great style with her answers!
What great news !
I hope your Mum makes a full recovery and kicks her heels for many years to come. She sounds marvelous.
You’ve had a bit of a time of it, Ellee. How’s David by the way ?
I have just re-read my post and my mother seems a real Victor Meldrew, she’s not like that at all, but she does have a funny way about her sometimes.I guess it’s what makes her unique.
Kevin, yes, there is good news about David. He went to Great Ormond Street yesterday and saw a specialist for infectious diseases. He will see his maxillofacial specialist on 11 December when I anticipate he will be given the all clear. It’s great news, it’s been a very long and drawn out process, and particularly unpleasant and painful for David. I will post on it then. Thanks for asking.
Such great news about David 🙂
Well I’m sure she’s a very infuriating patient for the nurses, but it’s good news that she seems fine and hopefully she will behave herself and follow whatever orders they have given her.
I noted the good news about David in the comment too. Excellent.
nice to read a story with a happy ending-and it’s particularly nice to read a story with a happy character.
having to go into the hospital during the holidays is unpleasant indeed…but getting out of the hospital during the holidays-what’s not to love?
best of luck in the days ahead.
Thanks everyone for your kind words about Loula. She needs to see a consultant about her very high blood pressure, but I know she will be told to change her way of living and relax, and she can’t do that, she is a worrier.
There was certainly one very attractive doctor who caught her eye and whatever your age, it’s nice to feel that quickening of the pulse, even in circumstances like this. She told me his skin was “the colour of love”. She came home on a high.
I have just spoken to Loula and she is off to the hairdresser, she is still on a high and talking about the “dazzling doctor”. Even my sister agrees. Good to know mum is her old self again.
i’m told that when you begin to worry more about how you look than where it hurts you’re on a good path, and it sounds like there might be a bit of that going on.
now if you can just figure out a way to make lifestyle change fun for her, you’ll be well on your way to even more good news.
any chance you can get her involved in a social dance group? (dancing…flirting…the progression seems to make sense.)
So glad she’s coming home – hospitals are a nightmare! I hope you get a good district nurse to look after her.
good for your mum! delighted she’s in such good spirits.
Flowerpot, I’m amazed myself, one minute she is in agony, and the next she is raring to go!