Sweet chilli chicken, Mediterranean veg, stuffed cherry peppers, focaccia

I’ll keep this short because, while mum is feeling better this evening, I have a banging headache. Typical. 🙄

The day started, as usual, with Suki demanding breakfast. I got up, fed her, went to the loo, and Suki followed me, scrabbling at the bathroom door and yelling. It really would be nice if I could use the bathroom in peace one of these days!

Mum was in anxious mood, again, pacing and looping and taking my every moment of distraction as a criticism of her. This afternoon she said she was feeling dizzy, so I checked her pulse and blood oxygen levels. The first was fine, the second so low mum should have been on the floor.

I got her to sit and take some deep breaths while I checked the monitor on me to make sure it wasn’t malfunctioning. It wasn’t, and back on mum’s finger it showed a perfectly normal and safe level of oxygen.

Just to be safe, I called the GP and was put on the list for an urgent call-back, although apparently not that urgent as they haven’t called as of quarter to seven.

In the meantime, the post arrived and gave me the date for mum’s phone consultation with the Memory Service about her anxiety: 21st July. The second letter told me when I could expect contact from Admiral Nurses: around 8 weeks time.

It seems whenever I’m about to get my feet under me, another emergency comes along and sweeps away my footing. The ‘lifeguard’ services are too slow to respond to be of much help.

Dinner was, unsurprisingly in the circumstances, a compilation job. The sweet chilli chicken was a bit spicy for mum: in all honesty, it was spicy for me, although the capsaicin has eased my head pain a little. Small mercies, I suppose.

And there I will leave this, in the hopes that tennis and copious amounts of water will ease my head further. 🤞