Elvis has left the building

Ooo I went home from work with a big mumma of a headache yesterday, it was so stuffy and hot in the office even with the windows open. Both Sam and myself were flagging big time.

I had gone in to work so bouncy thanks to the good news about my blood oxygen levels and by the end of the day, I could feel myself wilting like the little flower that I am. Still the knowledge that I had beaten 16hr O2 again was a good feeling.. this girl has more comebacks than Elvis!

Got to mother's bungalow and once again she had been moving the armchairs around her front room. How the hell she manages at 92 is beyond me and I tried not to nag her, but she does push the right buttons when it comes to me at times. I'm so glad I'm not a Catholic, because I would have to have a 24-7 confession box with an on call priest just for me with the guilt I get from thinking I've upset mother. All I kept thinking was what would happened if she had a heart attack etc in the night because of moving the furniture and my last words to her were ones of the nagging kind?
Oliver said I was being daft, which is probably true and I had called her again and wished her goodnight and told her I loved her. The good thing about her losing her memory is she forgets any upsets we have... or does she?

It was dad's 20th anniversary of his death too yesterday. God I miss him so much. Took her some flowers round tonight as an 'I'm sorry' and 'I miss him too' but without saying as she seemed in a good mood and I didn't want to upset her if she had forgot. I then went down to get her some goodies to satisfy her sweet tooth. Had a cuddle with her so hopefully I can take the hair shirt off again. It's hard loving some one so much isn't it?

Lots of love Debbie x