Taking Mum for an appointment at the Continence Clinic in a few days but prior to that we have to monitor all her drinks (input) and urine (output) for 3 days so we commenced this interesting exercise this morning. It had all gone horribly wrong by about 11 am! The concept of measuring her urine in a jug (particularly during the night) is lost on mum and I can’t be forever asking her where she’s going or has she been. I may have to fudge the figures and hope for the best.
I must confess I hate all this intimate medical stuff and I’m sure I’m not alone in this. What if it was my Dad I was looking after, or if my brother was looking after mum full-time. It’s all very difficult. I’m just not used to discussing such personal things with mum, nor do I want to become used to it!