Today my poor old mum was air-lifted off the island by helicopter courtesy of the Scottish Air Ambulance Service to Glasgow Royal Infirmary where she is to be seen by the vascular consultant. She is no longer able to walk and I have had to prepare all her food and take it to her in her bed the last couple of days. Today I have had to deal with the Outreach worker, the community nurse, the doctor, the Jura Coastguard, the Jura ambulance crew, a local crofter (to clear cows from the landing field!) and the air ambulance crew and they have all been absolute stars. Small communities like this island are very supportive in a crisis, much more so than bigger places.
My mum has applied for, and will almost certainly receive, a place in a brand new sheltered housing scheme here on Jura next door to the doc's surgery. The building itself is finished but the drainage and sewerage work is still in progress - it was orriginally supposed to open last September but they are now saying end of March, although this is still uncertain and word on the grapevine from the lads on the building site is it might not be until June. What happens in the mean time is still very much up in the air, and I am waiting to hear from the hospital or the local doc here what the boffins think is best. If she is to stay for weeks rather than days in Glasgow then I will go over in me blue bus and park up as near as possible so as to be able to visit. The last few days have been a very difficult time, and from today my life as well as my mum's will change forever. I am living a day at a time right now and coping as best I can, but the whole situation is doing my head in a wee bit.