Hurrah!
From now on we will be visited by Carrie, who has been before, and seems to get a slightly warmer reception.
The other thing that Patrice had to say is that she feels the Risperidone is working well for mum. She has apparently, been getting plenty of hugs and little pats on the arm this week. Maybe we ought to cut the dosage!
On a more serious note: we think mum, who was already spending increasingly long spells asleep, is actually spending even more time in bed now that she is on the Risperidone. If so, so be it, I say. We can't expect everything.
Earlier in the week (actually, it would have been earlier in the day) one of the fill-in nurses rang me:
'There are some antibiotics for Mr Pritchard in the box!'
'Yes, I put them there,' I said.
'Well I don't know anything about this! What are they for?'
'The reason you don't know anything about it is that I did not request an authorisation for you to administer these pills, and the reason I didn't do that is that it is such a short course that it would be almost over before you got the paperwork through.'
'It is prescribed by a Dr Ulna. That is not his GP.'
'I know.'
'Why is that?'
I was getting thoroughly fed up with her imperious and interrogatory tone.
'Look, is there any reason you actually need to know all of this?' I asked. And then I gave her enough to shut her up and let me get back to work.
Dad has been struggling - and just succeeding - to obey my phone instructions to administer the antibiotics himself. I think he lost one tablet behind the escritoire, but that loss is not going to kill him. Rachel was there today and reports that the swelling seems to be shrinking already.
