From you said mum's social worker at the hospital a few days ago...
What happened was :
Old lady is getting evicted decanted from her council flat, (which is actually scandalous) but as it happens there is a 'compensation' package. Old lady said 'Nooo, as a point of honour I shall never move from this very spot'. That's until she's downwind of the cheque ...
Then she's 'phoning up ten times a day howling
*ringring* 'Get me out of this place, I can't cope, I'm nearly NINETY I'll have you bloody-well know. I want to come and die on your sofa !'
As it happens, she is also ill (did I mention that she is old ?)and once we had convinced the doctor of this fact she happily went into hozzie, where they decide that she is 'unsafe' to discharge home...
So I juggle fat fizzy balls in the air and get her sorted with temporary respite care and a permanent home at local Abbeyfield .
*ringring* 'Nooo, I can't stay here, I'm surrounded by stupid old people, I'll cut my throat y'hear CUT MY THROAT!'
Shit, methinks... and move her to another respite home down the road, where they ask about her every requirement, take the telly out of her room, throw rose petals on the Stannah stair-lift and bear her on a litter to a place of rejoicing...
'Oh' she says 'This is very nice'...
I take her to her old flat the next day to help her sort herself out for her permanent move, go to buy her a new bed, bump it up the stairs at my house then get a phone call...
*ringring* 'Nooo I'm not going back there, it's full of stupid old people, the other place was paradise compared to this, I'll cut my throat etc etc'...
Her medication (along with eating occasionally) are crucial, so I go to the home, sign out her meds, buy her some grub, take it to her, stay there...
Next day I take her to the outpatients for her blood-test and call her social worker in to resolve the issue...
The social worker sensed some animosity (because they're good at that, if not at re-homing or even helping nuts, ill old people who've been evicted from their own homes by the sodding council)...
And I've been informed that we are going to be invoiced for the time mum has been in care since leaving hospital...
Hmmmm...
What gave my entirely unwarranted hostility away do you think ?...
Could it have been the cut of my jib ?...
My cavalier attitude ?...
Or chewing the legs off mum's walking frame before making a break for it?
