Interferring Burden!

Had to be a bit sneaky with my mother today and she was not happy. Last night when I was about to rub in some 'Deep Heat' on her shoulders, I found a very inflamed cyst (or so I hoped) high up on her back near the shoulder joint.
So this morning I decided to take action and ask the doctor to come out and see her. To say she was thrilled by this news, would be rather stretching the truth. I think the question of 'Must I interfere', did past her lips, but I noticed when she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing lipstick!
Luckily the doctor, who was a very lovely lady, told mother that I was correct to call her out, as she did in fact have a infected cyst... I thank you. We glossed over the part where the lovely doctor stated that she would have to go to the new Community hospital and have it cut out once the infection had died down. That will have her laughing like a barrel of monkeys, I don't think. Boy will I suffer for that one!
After rushing down to get her drugs, the hard part then started, the part where I make her take them, keep taking them and to make her understand when to take them. I brought her one of these special sectioned pill boxes from the chemist, but even that concept was too much for her to handle, so I guess I know where I will be going four times a day for the next week.
Come Rehab time, I was too knackered to go, as I was now paying the price for my so called interference, making non stop cups of tea which she didn't drink, hanging out the washing and tidying up etc, even though two hours before hand she was quite capable of doing it herself and now she reckons she has diarrhoea which of course is my fault too.
I think I shall put my hair shirt on now and go to bed, as it could be a very long week ahead!

Lots of love Debbie x