Chorizo pinwheels, chips, salad

Another day spent trying to manage an active mental health crisis for mum.

Around lunchtime I called the GP practice to ask what was happening, and discovered the ANP who was so helpful yesterday doesn’t work on Fridays. She instead added us to the list for a call-back from the duty GP.

Shortly before sitting down to write this post, having heard nothing, I called the surgery and was told I still “might” get a call. If not – as I’m pretty sure is the case now – I was advised to call 111 “if there’s a crisis”.

I pointed out that we’ve been in crisis for the past two days, but there was nothing more they could do for us. The GP has just called, and seemed largely helpless: all he could advise was to call the Mental Health Crisis team – something I could have done myself if they had told me that from the start.

But, for now, mum is relatively calm, and eating her way through a box of orange ice cream lollies. No-one would guess that she had refused to get out of bed until mid-afternoon, and didn’t stop panicking and crying until Lady Friday chivvied her out into the garden.

(And I’m pleased to say that, after a blunt word when she arrived, Lady Friday did do her job today, and I was interrupted only once during my therapy session. Hopefully next week I’ll get through the whole session without any blatant ignoring of my “please don’t come to see me unless it’s an emergency”.)

Dinner was a simple ‘things with chips and salad’, as is usual for the day before groceries are delivered. Now I just need to get through to bedtime, for an hour of book, Suki, and chocolate seashells.

I can’t wait.