Jo started the day in much better spirits, obviously occasioned by the impending arrival of the new carers. Luckily they met expectations and have proven themselves much more engaged than the previous agency.
I phoned the neurosurgeon, who confirmed I was right to call him but also said the nausea and temporary increase in neglect were to be expected and only if the nausea increased and was accompanied by vomiting should I contact him before our planned visit on the 1st of April.
The District nurse came and removed the dressing from Jo's head wound. It is scabbed over so no need to dress it. Jo's temple seems to be indented more than is natural but perhaps it appears so because of all the swelling around it.
The physiotherapist came and reset Jo's goals; to stand with the assistance of one carer and to transfer herself to the commode from the bed or wheelchair. Jo is to spend up to four hours a day in the wheelchair. Obviously transferring onto the commode involves being able to pull knickers down and up again, the biggest challenge with one hand.
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