I can't believe how quickly this week has passed by! Last night I realised it was Wednesday and had been a while since I posted, but by the time I remembered I was already tucked up in bed and just couldn't be bothered to get out again. The week has been flying by but, admittedly, I haven't got a whole lot done except for the normal things.
I Skyped with Mum yesterday. She is still coughing, still isn't moving a lot or able to do anything for herself, but she did seem a little more cheerful. She has been on anti-depressants for a couple of weeks so hopefully they are starting to work. I haven't asked at all what she remembers about when she got sick, but she did talk about it a little yesterday. Made me quite sad and tearful, though I was careful not to cry in front of her. I really think she thought she was going to die in her chair and no-one would know. I was wondering if this is part of why she's not motivated, that she is afraid to be alone again. It was good to talk to her, but sad at the same time as she is not herself at all, still very confused and can't remember basic things. I am beginning to realise that this might just be how she is now. It's tough to wrap my head around as she was always so independent and strong.
Mum did have her first Covid vaccination last Friday and did fine with it, no side effects. I was quite worried, but thankful that she managed to get it. Somebody came to the house and gave it to her.
Daffodils beginning to push up through the dead leaves. Daffodils always remind me of Mum. She always used to grow them at the house when I was growing up and when I see them I always think of her.