Good News?

DAY 109

Oh, I know. Being a realist beast means I am rarely allowed out to play with the fluffy bunnies in the glorious sun soaked fields of Optimism but I assure you it does happen. Occasionally without casualties.

Having fought my way through the Saturday shopping crowds I finally arrived at the hospital, riding my last nerve. I open mother's door to find an elderly man in her place. Go figure, they've moved her again and no one thought to tell her court appointed legal representative. After tracking down an elusive member of staff and being pointed in the right direction, I set off in search of the Mothership. I eventually found her in the Plastic Surgery ward, surrounded by nursing staff having a good ol' laugh... with her. OK, things might just be looking up here.

Seeing as she'd moved wards, again, I saw it fit to reiterate that even if Hell froze over she was not to have an visits from her stalker. Apparently this time hospital staff had got it right and my statement redundant, although they did tell me her daughter came to visit yesterday. I'm pretty certain I did not visit yesterday nor did my sister lose all her senses and illegally charter a plane from Newport.  Oh please don't tell me I have an other sister, one is enough. I guarantee you she would say the same. I asked Mom if perhaps her niece had visited and she said yes. Mystery solved.

And now onto the good news. The infection had been eradicated and they were no longer administering the hardcore anti-biotic. She would be having her final skin graft operation on Monday with a view to transfer her to rehabilitation on Friday if all went well.

If I'd worn a hat, I would have eaten it. Instead, I settled on my scarf.