Rollercoaster

With a nod to the profundity that is turn of the century popular music
“Life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it.” (Ronan Keating) This is how our days are passing now, in a stomach churning, lurching spin from hope to despair. G is, at times, lucid and engaged and then he can’t remember how to operate the stair lift. Last night I had to wriggle out of my dress and climb into the shower because he’d forgotten how to turn it off.

In the early hours I found him on the floor. He’d tried to get out of his chair with the footrest raised because he’d forgotten that he needed to lower it before he stood up. The chair had tipped up and he’d slid to the floor. He wasn’t injured or even shaken. No long lasting damage, this time, but it all adds to the anxiety I’m feeling at being able to do so little to help him.