Yesterday I took M’s mother to get an x-ray. Things went from bad (she hasn’t been able to lie down in her bed for ten days and has been catnapping in her chair, because her back is so bad) to much, much worse. The radiographer at the x-ray place made her lie down, and then barely helped her to manoeuvre herself, and then did the x-ray while she was standing, so there was no need to put her through the whole ordeal at all. Poor, poor thing. She was an absolute mess, crying, shaking and declaring she would rather have three children at once than ever go through the pain again – and she would know – she’s had six.
I took her to her GP, in the hope that he could either give her something stronger to take for the pain, or admit her to hospital, where at least they could knock her out and monitor her progress. An hour at the GP another two and a half hours in casualty and she was finally admitted. The day had begun at her 1pm appointment, and didn’t finish until they had got her into bed at about 8pm. Remind me to start taking calcium supplements and doing weights at the gym so my spine doesn’t crumble when I am 83 years old. Yike.