From one extreme to ...
Several times I have written about my mother in this blog, she is an incredible woman who is an example of determination in life. On Tuesday she suffered another bout of pneumonia, by yesterday she was ready to throw in the towel and was so uncomfortable whilst trying to breath that she voiced a wish to die. In the past her views upon the medical profession and modern practises have been strongly voiced, she did not want resuscitating (threatening to haunt anyone who did, and my goodness you would not want an upset live mother haunting you, let alone an upset spiritual being with no earthly controls!), would not go into hospital - etc etc. So we knew she felt awful when she asked my sister to get an ambulance to take her into hospital. Thankfully her body won round and responded to the pills and she is gradually improving, she's not anything more than poorly yet - that's the hospital's definition...., but she was able to talk and drink some soup this evening.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all say that the new hospital at Worcester is wonderful! Oh how the planners need to be the consumer of this service. Where will they park their car and if they are low wage earners, pay for the ticket to park - £5 for a day's parking. Will their relatives have to clear dirty tissues off the floor around the bed before their sick relative is given a bed? Will anyone provide them with water and a glass, even a flannel to cool a person down? Will they be treated with kindness and compassion, not just clinical detachment?
Mind you, when mum gets better and sees the wonderful ride on floor polishers, I bet she'll want a ride on one!