Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

I went to see Aunty Eve today, it wasn't a good visit. She's very poorly at the moment with this second chest infection. She's back in bed and on oxygen all the time again, just like she was at Christmas. I doubt very much if she'll have any clear memories of me being in today, even though I sat with her for four hours, just holding her hand. The nurses wanted her to rest, so I wouldn't let her talk much. Not that she could talk much anyway; not only didn't she have the breath, she wasn't wearing her top dentures so speech was difficult. She did, however, ask after all my friends and asked me to send them her love, so those of you that know her, consider it passed on. I did, of course, send her yours.

She looked every one of her 96 years today and was clearly feeling them. It wasn't good to see and she fretted about me seeing her like that. I talked to her when she perked up a little bit in the late afternoon, just prattle, and finally left around 5. I felt at that point she was staying awake just to keep me company, which was the wrong way around. That said, I'd have stayed longer if it was practical and wouldn't have worried her more.

I spoke to the nurse in charge of her on the way out - she said it wasn't as bad as it looked, that she will have good days and bad days. There's no reason why she won't throw off this infection if she responds to the antibiotics. Yes, there are a few "ifs" in that statement. Let's just say I'll be ringing every day for a bit.

I came home feeling lower than a snake's belly. Thankfully, halcyon_shift was online and I vented in her direction. And jenni411 was there via email to make me feel better. Thank you both. A quiet evening of reading fan fic and fussing a purring cat and I feel better. An early night won't hurt either.

Can I just say this sucks rocks through a short straw? Oh wait, it's my LJ, I can say what I like. This sucks rocks through a short straw :P