Tuesday, June 7, 2005
Bruce has been going to the hospital and staying with mom the past two days. I have limited my own visits to a long lunch hour. Bruce doesn't follow all her orders - scratch me, give me water, etc. He makes her use her arms, which is good, the therapist said. She has to regain mobility.
She hopped out of bed several times today to use the potty. She is eating better too - Bruce got some cream of chicken soup in her. Of course that means more potty visits...
Mom is weaned off most pain meds and is complaining constantly about pain and discomfort. Sometimes she's not lucid, but mostly she's all there. The nurses told me the other day that once she started really complaining she was ready to check out.
The rehab dr. said she was ready to go, but they're waiting on one final clearance, from the cardiologist. She is going to a rehab facility accross the street called Manor Care. My friend Gary's grandmother was there for a couple of months recently and Gary's Mom said they were very happy with her care there. Another friend told me her grandmother had been in a Manor Care facility and they were very impressed with it. So I hope it's a good place. I will check on her every day.
Alesia was kept by a neighbor today and got to go to the pool for 2 hours. She was tickled. She is going to tan nicely, though I'm amazed she didn't get burned today. She got a lecture about using sunscreen.
Alesia helped me cook dinner. She is a good helper. She washed, peeling, and sliced about 6 zucchini. She also helped me bake pork chops. She will be a good little cook one of these days. That was one of the things I wanted Mom to do with her this summer, help her learn cooking. Guess I'll have to do it.
She said the funniest thing the other day when Lesleigh was keeping her. I got home and was chatting with her and said "Did y'all go to the grocery store today?" She said "No, but we went to Publix."
To complicate my life, I feel like I'm getting sick. I am getting hoarse and coughing. Oh joy. Visiting hospitals always makes me sick, plus stress. The last time my mother was in the hospital, in 1999, I got bronchitis really bad. After visiting my uncle Lewis in the hospital a couple of years ago I got bronchitis. So there's the pattern...
