On Wednesday (the 8th) my mom told me that her physical therapist mentioned that she'd probably be going home next Friday (the 17th). I wondered why…she wasn't yet able to walk or do anything on her own, like bathing, etc. So I got up early the next morning (the 9th) to go meet with him. Yeah, leave it to my stomach to feel incredibly nauseous that morning so that I could panic big-time. Those of you who know about my emet will know why this was such a big deal. I wanted to make it there no later than 10:30am because that's when she has her therapy, but because I was late, I missed her therapy and had to wait around for her therapist who was in a meeting.
Really cool thing when I went to see my mom though. When I got there, she was still sitting in her wheelchair waiting for me. She was able to wheel herself all the way down to the therapy room, which was pretty far. Also, there were no footrests on the bottom of the chair, so she had to use her feet to help move the chair along, as well as her hands along the wheels of course. This is the most I've seen her do in a long time. Then she had to wheel herself back, and get herself back onto her bed. So I guess she is improving more than I thought.
He said the terms of her discharge are based on what her HMO thinks, not on what the therapist thinks. I could tell he did not agree that she was ready to go, but he had to go by the HMO said. He told me that the best thing to do was to talk with her social worker about what the criteria were for her release. He also said she should be getting a back brace soon.
After that I went grocery shopping for my dad. I walked in his house and said,
"Hi dad, I brought you some food!" And he said, "I want my car keys!" I told him I didn't want to talk about it. He kept going on and on and I pretty much just told him what I did last time…that he is not allowed to drive, it's illegal, it's not safe, etc. '
So every time I went outside to get another bag of groceries and came back in the door, "I want my car keys back."
"No dad, it's not safe and if you get in an accident, you could owe a lot of money and have to go to court."
"I have insurance, I can drive."
"Insurance doesn't entitle you to drive."
"Then I guess I'll have to hotwire the car if I want to go see your mother or go somewhere else."
Okay dad, you figure out how to hotwire the car if it's locked and you don't have your keys to
get into it.
He was also upset because I told him I had seen my mom early that morning and didn't bring him with me, but it wasn't a visit, it was to talk about all of the discharge stuff. What a morning.
I hadn't been over in a few days so I hadn't had a chance to pick up their mail. Well, it was just STREWN all over the table, most of it not put back in envelopes, so I had to gather as much as I could find and bring it home for Jeff to sort out since he takes care of the bills. What a mess.
Each day I get more and more worn down. So because of this, I'm keeping this short, even though it's the 13th and I'm updating for the 9th, that's all I have energy for right now. Hopefully I'll feel like writing more later. I don't want to be updating and have my mom be home for three weeks! Thanks for reading my few loyal readers. You know who you are. Kudos for you.
Oh, and I'll find out tomorrow what time she is coming home for sure.
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