It was 9pm on Friday when I found myself on all fours scrambling to find the tablets that had shot out of Mum’s Webster pack, and all I could think about was how much her carpet needed a good vacuum.  

It had been one of those days, lots of time spent teasing out what was going on for my patients, lots of tears.

I decided to visit my elderly mum on the way home from this torrid day, as I hadn’t had a chance to drop in all week. She greeted me at the door with “I can’t see out of my good eye”.

This was serious, as her bad eye was destroyed by macular degeneration many years ago.