She has now gone onto a phone plan, $50 per month to cover her phone rental and calls. Although her friend only lives a twenty minute drive away, it is timed call and not a fixed price local call. They talk rubbish on the phone for hours.
Still for her $50 notes are just bits of paper that come and go and she will never be responsible with money, but she has improved. Maybe if she ever had to work to earn money, she may have a different attitude, but at the age of 80, the lady's not for turning.
She really has done quite well since Step Father died on Boxing Day six years ago. I knew she would. Underneath her woe is me persona, she is quite strong and very sharp. But she is very lonely for day to day company. No amount of saying she should get out and socialise more works. It is the day to day chatter about the person across the road, the cats, something heard on the news, a special at the supermarket that she really misses. I can understand that.
I had to check which year Step Father died and it was interesting to read back what I wrote at the time. Little Jo was only eighteen months old.
Later edit: Mother was either going to call an ambulance or get us to take her to the emergency department at Casey Hospital. After a few barbed and highly charged comments over the phone I agreed we would take her and I would sacrifice a precious day of a week off work. I was pretty cross with her and after we arrived home, R was too. Tests were done at the hospital and as we knew, there is nothing wrong with her in any life threatening sense. The staff at Casey Hospital were terrific. Bone Doctor says doctors have a Latin term when they see a case of lonely and depressed old person at home alone and not coping. Funnily, today there was a BBC story Tackle Loneliness to Curb Accident and Emergency Pressures. Even the far more tolerant R became cross and snappy with her. "Last night you said you were so unwell you did not care if you were in hospital for Christmas. Today you are pleading that you don't have to stay overnight in hospital". I should have gone with my instincts and let her call an ambulance, but R insisted we take her. So we left home at 10.00am and did get back until 07.45pm. I hope R has learned a lesson. Plans for the day were gone. Next time, she can call an ambulance and one of us may pick her up from hospital, or just leave her there for them to deal with.
Today is Christmas Eve and I bid you all the best seasonal wishes. I am not religious but Christmas is a very special family time, so enjoy time with your loved ones, especially those who may not be around for too many more years. Sorry about your boredom Hels, but tomorrow will be our wonderful family day and not a word of religion will be spoken or thought about.
Our Christmas tree.