PHILIP EVANS (part ii)
This is the best day! I can’t believe it - Mom’s going to be all right!
When I got up this morning I found her up and out of bed. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean, I was convinced that she was dead. She must have just been in a coma or something like that. I saw a programme about it once on telly. Anyway, she couldn’t hear me and she wasn’t very steady on her feet but at least she was up and moving about. I knew she wouldn’t leave me. I can tell that she’s still very ill, mind. She doesn’t look well and she smells bad, but that’s nothing a good soak won’t cure. When she’s ready I’ll run her a nice hot bath. I’ll have to bring some water up from the stream at the bottom of the garden and heat it up on the little camping gas stove we keep in the kitchen for emergencies. The taps have run dry and there’s no gas either. I don’t know what’s going on. Still, Mom’s getting better and that’s the most important thing.
She’s really been shaken up by all of this, has Mom. She’s not herself at all. I’ve had to shut her in her room to stop her wandering off. She just keeps walking around and she won’t sit still. Clumsy bugger keeps walking into things too. She’ll do herself an injury if she’s not carefully. I keep telling her, but she won’t listen. She won’t sit in her chair or lie on the bed or anything. I expect she just needs to keep moving for a while after being still for so long.
I’ve felt so scared and worried for the last couple of days but now I feel much better again. Everything is okay. I knew that Mom wouldn’t leave me.
Just after lunchtime I had to tie Mom to the bed. I didn’t know what else to do. She just won’t stay still and relax and I’m frightened that she’ll do herself even more harm if she keeps on like this. I know it’s not right, but what else can I do? There’s no-one around to ask for help and I still can’t get through to anyone on the phone. I keep telling myself that it’s in Mom’s best interests to be firm with her. If she keeps wandering off then who knows what might happen? I could find her halfway down the road or worse.
I didn’t need to tie her down tight or anything like that. She’s still hardly got any strength. I went out into the back yard and took down the washing line because I couldn’t think of anything else to use. I put Mom back into bed (I had to be quite forceful and hold her down while I did it) then wrapped the line right the way around the bed and the bedclothes. Since Dad died she’s only ever had a single bed. That meant I could wrap the line round her a few more times. I left it quite loose because I didn’t want to hurt her or upset her. She can still move but she’s not strong enough to get out and get up.
I keep telling her that I’m doing it for her own good but I don’t know if she can hear me. She might be getting that Alzheimer’s disease. She was always scared of getting that.
I walked into the village again this afternoon. I didn’t like it there. Some of the people who got ill around the same time as Mom also seem to be getting better because they were walking around too. There were some of them who were still lying where they’d fallen. Poor old Bill Linturn was still sitting in his car, dead to the world.
The people who were moving were just like Mom. They didn’t look at me or answer me when I spoke to them. They scared me with their blank looks and grey skin. I got out of the village as quickly as I could. My place was at home with Mom. I ran most of the way back to the cottage and locked the door behind me.
More good news! I still can’t get Mom to eat or drink anything, but when I went in to see her just now I’m sure she turned her head and looked at me. When I spoke to her she reacted. I think she recognised my voice. She tried to get up again but I told her to relax and take things easy. She’s still trying to do more than she should. She’s her own worst enemy, that one. She’s wriggling and twisting on the bed all the time.
She’s getting stronger by the hour and I’ve just had to tighten the ropes.
I think she’s going to be all right!