I don't want to be a nurse

Oh blimey, I am traumatised!
I went back to mother's first thing to keep an eye on her while she was in the shower and before I even got there, I got three phone calls from her asking where I was.
Honestly I try to move fast, but strangely enough, my body isn't willing!

After a lot of shouting from mother i.e. she had shampoo in her eyes or why don't I speak up instead of mumbling etc and a lot of shouting back from me... no mumbling there that time... we both emerged wet from the shower, trouble was I was fully dressed.
I started drying her and noticed that her cyst was still red and weeping and she was red on her tummy, in fact when I moved her apron (doctor speak for a large tummy) she looked raw underneath and the smell was just awful.
I dried her down and dressed her in a clean nightie and dressing gown before shooting down to the chemist to get some supplies. I also popped into the doctors to try and ask for an appointment for them to come out and she her at home and was told that the doctor would contact me.
In the mean time, I applied the cream from the chemist to her under tummy in between me trying to retch and cry without mother noticing. When the doctor called I was in the kitchen washing her clothes and towels while crying my eyes out and she explained that although the tummy looked awful, it was a fungal infection from her excess tummy weight and both back and tummy could easily sorted with the help of a district nurse.
Unfortunately I was in Braintree getting her drugs when the nurse came and although my sister was there by then, I have somehow been volunteered to dress her tummy twice a day.
I love my mother, but I cried the whole way to the hospital to have my Oxygen Assessment done at the thought of having another day like today.
Still at least she has agreed to have personal support from Age Uk, so maybe some good has come from this and my O2 levels have remained the same so that was good news.
I am now having a very large brandy.

Lots of love Debbie x