02-03-2019, 04:05 PM
Thus begins the thread I've been avoiding for a long time now.
I'm spending superb owl Sunday at the same facility where my dad died. My mom and I went past his old room a few days ago and checked in with each other to make sure it was indeed that room. These places are challenging. The sounds, the smells, the vibe. The staff struggles to do their best in the face of such mortality. I hate this place. The bunny hutch has been greatly reduced. But on the upside, there's wifi so I can catch up on the work I'm missing being here, which is what I was just doing while my mom was napping, finishing my Alita review.
After her surgery two Tuesdays ago, she was prescribed two weeks of rehab here. That ends Wednesday, just a few days away, and we don't know what happens next. I've been trying to reach her doctor and surgeon but with little success. I spoke to the surgeon's desk and left an extensive message. Her doctor's two phone numbers (the one my mom has and the one on the official medical site) just ring and ring, not even an answering machine. No one in this facility has a clue - I'm going to try to meet with someone, anyone, tomorrow.
My mom still has intense episodes of pain, barely managed by her pain meds. She can scoot around in her wheelchair, roll the halls for exercise, and use the bathroom on her own, but it's unlikely she'll be able to come home by Wednesday (she doesn't think she can so that squelches that). She still needs 24 hour care, and although Stacy and I think we could manage that with some hired help, my mom's house has a lot of awkward stairs - the same problem my dad ran into when he lost his mobility.
It's been day to day for more than two weeks now. I get some respite yesterday. Stacy scheduled a hot tub and we had a nice dinner out. Got a good night's sleep too. Next week will be challenging with the Taiji master event on Friday & Saturday. I'm relying heavily on caffeine to keep it together but I'm pretty frazzled.
I'm spending superb owl Sunday at the same facility where my dad died. My mom and I went past his old room a few days ago and checked in with each other to make sure it was indeed that room. These places are challenging. The sounds, the smells, the vibe. The staff struggles to do their best in the face of such mortality. I hate this place. The bunny hutch has been greatly reduced. But on the upside, there's wifi so I can catch up on the work I'm missing being here, which is what I was just doing while my mom was napping, finishing my Alita review.
After her surgery two Tuesdays ago, she was prescribed two weeks of rehab here. That ends Wednesday, just a few days away, and we don't know what happens next. I've been trying to reach her doctor and surgeon but with little success. I spoke to the surgeon's desk and left an extensive message. Her doctor's two phone numbers (the one my mom has and the one on the official medical site) just ring and ring, not even an answering machine. No one in this facility has a clue - I'm going to try to meet with someone, anyone, tomorrow.
My mom still has intense episodes of pain, barely managed by her pain meds. She can scoot around in her wheelchair, roll the halls for exercise, and use the bathroom on her own, but it's unlikely she'll be able to come home by Wednesday (she doesn't think she can so that squelches that). She still needs 24 hour care, and although Stacy and I think we could manage that with some hired help, my mom's house has a lot of awkward stairs - the same problem my dad ran into when he lost his mobility.
It's been day to day for more than two weeks now. I get some respite yesterday. Stacy scheduled a hot tub and we had a nice dinner out. Got a good night's sleep too. Next week will be challenging with the Taiji master event on Friday & Saturday. I'm relying heavily on caffeine to keep it together but I'm pretty frazzled.
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