Heatwave time

Well this is a turn up for the books, sunshine for two days running and even better, I started the day off having coffee in the garden with Jean while sunning ourselves and then at night, were sitting out in Ann's garden until 10pm eating and drinking. That is until me being the wimpiest out of the three of us, started getting chilly and we had to move indoors again.
But shouldn't we have been doing that all summer I ask?

What this sudden heat wave did mean of course, was having to do the exercises at rehab in the heat... not good. In the wall step up exercise, even my legs had broken out in a sweat.
Although one chap was still moaning nonstop as usual, so he couldn't possibly be using the same amount of energy as we were as we were too knackered to speak, let alone moan and grumble through the whole exercise and we all know men can't multi task!
I can't abide the bloke and he doesn't like me either, as he told me that he couldn't stand people like me that believe in all this positive thinking rubbish... just call me Pollyana then! He is such a whinger and rude to the physios too, although he thinks he is being amusing. Please God may I never be in a hospital ward with him!

I had to take mother to see the doctor after rehab, to get her blood and urine test results and thankfully all was ok.
Bless her though, she also had to do the memory test to assess for dementia and alzheimers and although she got 21 questions right out of 30, her poor face when she couldn't remember the year we were in or the date, was heartbreaking as she was really panicking as her mind had gone totally blank.
It was one of those moments where if you get a couple wrong, you then start going blank until you get something right. She kept looking at me to get me to help her, but of course I wasn't allowed to, although I did try to push her in the right direction before I got told off by the doctor.
It reminded me of when my boys first started school, they would look at you with beseeching eyes and you knew you couldn't help them as they had to do it for themselves.
I felt a right heel.
One of the questions that threw her straight away, was what month was it, so when she was panicking, I asked her what month was my birthday in and what month followed afterwards, trying to get the doctor to see she still remembered the order of the months at least, after all we are only two days into September. Trouble was she said my birthday was July! She got there in the end though and remembered the actual date.
I can't remember the date at times, especially since giving up work and when you are 93, all days are the same really.
The doctor asked her to write a sentence down and mother wrote 'Am I going mad? I really hope not!' which made the doctor smile.
That's got to get her bonus points surely!
I don't think the doctor was unduly concerned about her, I do hope not.
I rewarded mother with fish and chips and she didn't seem unduly concerned or mentally scarred either, so perhaps I'm just the worrier?!

Lots of love Debbie x