So we were able to track the minibuses that were lining up below Mum’s window. They could be seen through the trees in two main places before they could reach a more permanent road leading off-campus. So that answered her question.

This is the major hospital for the Hunter New England health area in northern NSW, and having been first constructed in the 1980s is in need of extension & renovation. Hence the construction workers.

It’s true. That pressure sore is still horribly large to the eyes of a layperson, still not healed enough for my liking, but she can’t stay there indefinitely. The system won’t stand for it, alas.

A spanner had to be thrown in the works. They needed more handover time, so Mum is staying over the weekend. Brother thinks this is great, & so do I, particularly as temps will be in the 30s over the weekend & hospitals tend to have better aircon. But she’s not happy, understandably. She wants home.

Thank you. It’s appreciated. ❤️

Meanwhile, Jasper is refusing to lie in his bed. Admittedly, the temperature is going to be in the 30s C, but it would be more comfortable than the floor. Also, someone canine is a smidgen flatulent. I thought Jasper had done something, but I don’t think he’s to blame this time.

And poor Mum. She will miss him very badly because he was Dad’s dog.

Thank you, Nicola. He’s beginning to suffer, or it’s becoming more obvious, one or the other. This summer is taking it out of him, no matter how long we have the aircon on.

Can I go back to bed now? Answer is no, because there’s still so much to do. And to keep on doing, again and again and again.

I hope you’ve had some recovery from the experience. And I don’t feel like I’m holding everything together right now. Although Bailey, who is asleep in my lap right now, doesn’t seem to be worried.

Thank you. I’m about to take things out on the floor with a mop & bucket.

And while I was in the middle of the last sentence, one of the nurses from Mum’s care in the home provider rang to see what I knew. I really don’t know anything yet, so she’s going to talk to the ward to see if more info is forthcoming there. I feel like the meat in a sandwich right now.

Crossing fingers, if needed. Otherwise, take whatever time you need.

Very, yes.

Alas, yes.

Crossing fingers for you. I’m also crossing fingers for opposite reasons for someone else I follow who may find themselves experiencing temps over 40 C in the coming week. Weather is not fun, sometimes.