On Christmas Eve 2023, two weeks after his DAT scan and three days after his MRI scan, Chris fell out of bed and couldn’t get himself up. He was very confused, and I dialled 999 for help. The paramedics arrived within 20 mins. These wonderful people got him back on his feet, helped him to the bathroom, and then back to bed. They submitted a referral to the falls service, who actually phoned later that day to apologise that they couldn’t make a home visit on Christmas Day! Suddenly we felt that our concerns were being taken seriously. Then on Christmas Day 2023, we both tested positive for Covid. The presents for the grandchildren were left safely outside to be collected, and we quarantined ourselves until further notice. I think this was the first time that one of the realities of being a carer struck me with such brutality. A carer is not allowed to be ill. We were both poorly. This version of Covid seemed to give rise to record breaking congestion and coughing. But...
The purpose of this blog is to chart my journey as an unpaid carer for my husband. If it gives even one other carer or professional or supporter a clearer understanding of the highs and lows, then it's worth the effort.