But the moment I was referring to came a few days later......  
It must have been a weekday, as I lay in the large comfortable bed. Still not seeing particularly well as my eye covers had only just come off and definitely hurting badly all over. I awoke suddenly, momentarily forgetting most things except that the pain, while over much of my body, was particularly focussed much lower down. Intense and severe. Like a great weight driving me into the bed. I was bursting!
And that was how the trouble started, I was definitely under the influence of some form of pain killer as in my slightly zombified state I thought all I needed to do was get to the bathroom. Somewhere, my sub-concious realised the bathroom was not next to my door as normal but given the location of my sickbed, the bathroom was far, far away, at the opposite end of the house. The pressure drove me painfully from my bed.
I slid and staggered to the now wedged open door [see yesterday's blog] and like one of the great Romero special performers, I dragged my damaged body down the wall of the front hall, groaning, moaning and definitely zombie-like. Crying, or attempting to cry out to my carer...."Muuuummmmmm".
It was a tragedy of the worst kind, The voice was actually frail compared to what was needed. The tone was a low self induced moan that couldn't be heard by the wood panel next to my head. My mother wherever she was, (and it probably was not far) could not hear my distress. "Muuuuuuuuummmm' slurred from the down-turned side of my disfigured face. Images of Quasimodo, that hero of the Notre Dame engulfed my thinking as I dragged my injured form forward, slow step by slow step. The pressure and pain centre not relieving its grip. Until, drugged and overcome with pain I reached the corner of the hall, having traversed a whole two yards! (yes we still used yards then.... actually a lot of us still use them today) 
Eventually, overcome and unable to achieve any further distance, I surrendered to the battle and slid slowly down the wall in keeping with that pitiful cry....."Muuuuuuuuummmmm" In that moment of extreme need I was calling for her. The original carer. Something my sub-conscious understood, regardless of all else..........