The flow of time

Days just seem to flow into each other with this new sort of life for us. It's hard to keep tab on which day of the week it is - except that we must, because of Mum's injections. The physiotherapist was here today and was fairly content with Mum's progress. Given the poor shape of her other knee and her damaged shoulder (back from fifteen or so years ago) she's doing as well as we can hope.

Today, she managed to lie on her good side for about half an hour, which was a great relief for her. She's up most of the day, but she needs an hour or two to rest in the afternoon, and it will be good if she wouldn't have to lie on her back in that time. We'll see. Slow progress is progress, too, and trying to force things won't bring us anywhere. This is a very long-term project, and we must be patient.