Scapegoat

I spent part of the day in bed fielding messages from various phone apps. The day started well enough, though exceptionally cold, 11 degrees in the bedroom when I woke. After I'd phoned my mother, who sounded all right, positive even, for one so recently bereaved, I had intended to get up. Then I got a message from my youngest sister M, saying she'd returned to the house and found our mother confused and unable to speak, presumably in a diabetic hypo. This had happened before, a few weeks ago. The carer had been in to give her breakfast and supervise insulin, but that was several hours earlier.

As M could not administer any food to our mother, she called an ambulance. The paramedics stayed for a long time, until they got mother's blood sugar up to something like normal. Then M was supposed to take a urine sample up to the hospital in Oban, but didn't want to leave mother. Fortunately my sister K, whom I'd contacted, was on her way. Eventually the GP arrived. Our mother was by then able to speak, and was given instructions about the hows and whens and how muches of taking insulin. (She does usually know, but clearly the stresses of the past few weeks have got to her, and she may have a UTI which is addling her brain).

Eventually K left, and M stayed, I think, and then the New Zealand brother R woke up and got on the messenger app...so that was the afternoon and early evening.of today.

In between the unfolding Highland drama I watched a film, The Scapegoat, from a Daphne Du Maurier novel, on Briitbox.The blip is a still from the film, which is a typically dark DdM tale of stolen identity. A man meets himself/ another man in a bar, they turn out to be doppelgangers. The rich man gets the poor man drunk, puts him up at the inn, then steal his clothes and Identity, leaving him in a predicament, without the guidebook. Warning: never drink with your double, he may be the devil! Where did Daphne du Maurier get her inspiration? Her short stories are equally unnerving, should you ever care to read them.

Later, we had Pie Minister pies for supper, with red cabbage. I organised that, and watched The Little Stranger film on channel 4 (meh) and started Firefly Lane on Netflix, which I enjoyed. Steve sorted out the new router and cable.

Tomorrow I shall get dressed. Thank goodness for sisters, and ambulances, and doctors who sometimes listen! I am of course 400 miles away, so thank heavens for Messenger, Whats App, and SMS.