Today was the day for nail trimming/cutting/filing. Not mine, but Mum's.
Today was also the day I finally finished my response to Social Work's review document. I wonder how it will be received since it is full of criticisms. I have no idea how anyone can send out such an official document which is so full of spelling mistakes, the kind which a spell check would easily pick up. Anyway, we shall see what happens next. Quite frankly, to be told, in the social work review documentation that they will work to prevent any further deterioration in Mum's condition is either laughable, pathetic or terrifying since Parkinson's is a degenerative condition which the medical profession cannot halt or cure, what is Social Work going to do?
Today's also been a day when the shamanic realms have been leaking through into every day life. I have no idea what is going on, I just know that concentration and focus has been extremely hard to come by today. I've been distracted and flitting about like a butterfly on speed. It's uncomfy, to say the least.
So, Mum asks this morning if I would please cut her nails. Easy enough, you'd think. Until you try getting a file or clippers onto a fingernail which is almost vibrating in its intensity of shaking. Or you try to uncurl the clenched fist to get at the nails which are digging into the palm of her hand. It hurts her to have someone try to unroll her fingers. I have to work fast, not just because of her shakes but because I have to bend over the bed (even when it is raised to it's full height, I still have to bend) and that irritates the hell out my back muscles and my spine.
However, we got there, with only one spasm, one "ouch" and no blood! So now all her nails are neatly filed down as far as I can get them. And she feels comfy again. Interestingly, her toenails don't seem to be growing as fast as her fingernails.
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