Hecate Walks By My Side

Well, the appointment is made to take Mr Smelly to the vet tomorrow. I cried a lot last night.

I also heard from my sister to let me know that my mother had taken a fall and that's she's in hospital. I called up as I can't manage more than 30 minutes in a car and the journey to my mother's part of the world is about five hours and it's not looking good. I got through to the ward and my mother isn't managing to stay conscious long or talk - she keeps floating off and although they are not allowed to give too much information on the telephone, it didn't sound very optimistic. The hospital are running tests to try to work out what's wrong, but with an incoherent patient, it's difficult. All they have been able to find out is that she felt dizzy, took some tables and then fell.

I guess this isn't going to be the best weekend. Tomorrow is going to be so difficult, but it is for the best, as poor Tom isn't having the best time of it. As for my mother, she has creaked on for a lot longer than any of us thought likely, so she may yet surprise us, but my sister and I are preparing for the worst. If I'm not about much in the coming days, you'll know why.