I was filing mum's nails today. They were very ragged and uncared-for, but she has just spent a week in the coronary care unit of the local hospital. Nails were bottom of the priority list, as was hair trimming and matching outfits.
Mum had a nasty experience overnight and was whisked into hospital in an ambulance once the GP recognised that she had probably had a heart attack in the night. Of course mum told no-one in her apartment block and didn't ring anyone to say she was ill, so there was no-one to help or comfort her.
The nurses were wonderful, the GP was very efficient and she had excellent care for the whole week of her stay. Now she is home and we have time to file nails and get a haircut, and have some cuddles.
How normal.
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