Cheese omelette, boiled potatoes, salad

This morning I had a visit from a Dementia Pathway Navigator, come to help me complete an application for mum to receive Assistance Allowance. Mum reacted with her usual cheerful unflappability… nah, of course not. She worried over whether or not to get up, then complained that she would have to abandon her precious morning television to let me speak to this person I had dared to invite to mum’s house.

I ended up sitting on my bed with the visitor, laptop balanced on her lap, with her giving me occasional looks of horrified amazement at the reality of my life. It’s oddly comforting to have complete strangers say “but that’s a terrible way for you to live” – obviously it doesn’t change anything, but at least I know it’s not just me unreasonably finding things difficult.

Then we went to get our haircut, which was far too people-y for my taste, then came home for mum to fuss and worry and panic about her dentist appointment on Monday. I am so entirely bored of saying “it will be fine, mum” that mum has started switching it up with comments like “I hope they’re not going to throw things at me”, which I found very hard to answer without a ‘WTF?’ look on my face.

Tomorrow morning I have a GP appointment, which mum is still resolutely showing not the smallest amount of interest in. I’m meant to reassure her about medical things: I don’t get to need reassurance myself. 🙄

In the afternoon we get our next lot of groceries, which meant tonight was the classic pre-delivery, ‘what have we got left?’ meal. It was about what you would expect a cheese omelette and boiled potatoes to be: pleasant but uninspired.

Tomorrow will hopefully be better in all respects. As always, I’ll let you know.