I went out for a bit, had a short walk through a nearby forest and went to a supermarket that, what’s not unusual in Poland, didn’t have any small shopping baskets, only trolleys. Not that I needed to buy a lot of stuff but carrying even very few items in my hands was rather uncomfortable.
I am starting to feel better but I also feel a bit guilty about having this day off. I know I needed it and it wouldn’t really make sense to go and argue about the money that gone missing from mum’s account when I can’t think properly, yet I feel guilty.
I don’t even really know what else I have to sort out. I suppose the fraud and new care home are priorities but I think I may need to go to other places as well, just to make sure that everything is OK.
While planning what else to do I keep repeating in my head ‘mummy, please, don’t die. Tell me you’re going to live forever.’