My mum has managed to avoid using the shower for two whole days now, probably because she knew she couldn't do it properly without help. I decided I'd rather learn to soap her down than put up with accumulated unwashed-ness every time I visit though.
There won't be any details, despite Jon's explicit request for a Showering with Mum blog post. Let's just say that it wasn't something I'd do if someone didn't have to do it.
She's holding up pretty well, though she did freak out a bit when she saw the extent of the bruising on her upper arm. If I'd had a big enough Cantonese vocabulary, I would've told her that the people who feature on Extreme Makeover look a helluva lot worse than that after their visit to the cosmetic surgeon.
Thankfully my brother has been visiting her mornings and evenings, so if she changes her mind about getting oranges pre-peeled for her, someone is bound to be along to oblige.
And I'm also thankful that after all that, I didn't have to cook tea when I got home, because that's the boy's job.