Pizza and salad

There’s not much to report for today, as I’ve spent most of it clutching my phone and waiting for the doctor to call back regarding mum’s stomach problems. Of course, when they finally called I had gone into the kitchen to put the pizzas in the oven and, rushing back to grab my phone, managed to hit ‘reject call’ rather than ‘accept’.

When I called back I was told I had failed to answer two calls, I said I’d only had one, and that led to a lengthy online chat with my mobile phone provider to work out how to set up wifi calling on my phone so I won’t miss any more calls.

Otherwise, we had a grocery delivery, had a phone call from my BIL, and I told mum over and over again that no, she’s not stupid, no, she hasn’t done something wrong to ‘deserve’ her symptoms, no, the doctors aren’t going to tell her she’s an idiot, and so on and on and on.

Tomorrow we’re scheduled for mum’s memory assessment, and I’m not sure whether to hope she’s having a good day, so she doesn’t get all panicky, or hope she’s having a bad day so the assessor can see the worst of it. Either way, I’ll let you know tomorrow what happens.