Hi Pam & Frances,
Pam - yeah, I guess she could start off with half, if she’s really intolerant to the full dose.
Frances - she’s been sent for a blood test for something (several things, apparently), but she’s not sure what, because she can’t read what he’s written on the form. She thinks Vitamin D was mentioned (a topic dear to your heart, I know), but sounded like some other stuff as well. I suggested B12 was probably one of them. I think they’re also going to test for diabetes, because that’s a common cause of neuropathic pain in older people.
She’s now claiming she’s had it for years. But to be honest, I don’t know how much of this is psychological. She always used to walk, and go out places. So I tried asking her, today: “Well, if you’ve always had it, what has changed? Has it got worse, or what?”
She didn’t really seem to know, which makes me question whether there is any physical cause, or whether it’s just loss of confidence.
This all stems from when she broke her ankle very badly, a year ago, but she is saying the pain is NOT from the broken ankle (which doctors say has healed well) and is in BOTH feet. So I don’t know what to make of this. It doesn’t seem directly related to the original injury.
I find it all very difficult, because she was telling me herself about someone in a wheelchair, who is out visiting restaurants and galleries, and I read similar inspirational tales here every day. Yet Mum, who is NOT in a wheelchair, and doesn’t even use a stick, doesn’t seem to want to do anything. She’s just sitting there, raking over the past, and saying: “What is there for me?”
Well, I could do exactly the same, only I don’t consider I have that luxury. I can’t afford to get bogged down in the mire about how I used to be well, but now I’m not. And I’m 45, not 72, so I’ve got a lot more to feel short-changed about. I can’t indulge myself by sitting around, looking at old photos, and convincing myself how hard-done-by I am. Honestly, no wonder she feels rubbish, if that’s her coping strategy.
She hasn’t got any hobbies or anything.
I have to force myself to do stuff. Believe it or not, I didn’t want to go to Za Za Bazaar yesterday. But I knew it would get me out of the house, and would be something different, and would be better than sitting alone all day, ruminating that “Things aint what they used to be!”
And it was!
Mum can’t seem to see that she isn’t making herself any better by not trying.
Tina
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