Rehab center

     From the last time she was in physical rehab it was at a near by nursing home.  It was the absolute pits.  Lots of reasons.  I've had 3 experiences with that place from people I know who have been there.  Not one good thing to say about it.

     The food.  Ever see gray broccoli?

     This one was new to us.  It was literally across the street from the hospital.  I'd never set foot in it.  She was moved there around 7 Thursday night.  Told us not to bother coming up as she was tired and settling in.

     Friday, I was at work when the first phone call came.  Some time in the late morning.  She'd basically been in her room and had not seen one person yet.  She didn't know what the Hell was going on.  I prepared myself for having to leave work early to come to the rescue.  At this point someone came into the room. She said she'd call me back.

     Later in the afternoon the second call came.  She was unhappy, T.V. didn't work right and she was not sure what was going on.  I told her I'd see about it when I got off work.

     Got a call when I got home.  She was in tears, confused, wanted me to come up right away.  Please note that last sentence.

     Off I went, it was the first time I'd ever been on the property.  I drove to the back with out knowing it was the back.  Drove past one cat.  Well I said to myself there are cats in suburbia.  By the time I'd parked my car I'd seen no less than 7 different ones.  Yes I counted.

     Met the security guard, it was her first day.  Got it straightened out where my sister was and I proceeded down the hallway.

     Bleak, ugly hallway.  Lot of people just literally walking around.  It apparently was also a nursing home and a place that people went to just before hospice.  Got to my sisters room.

     Not the prettiest room.  Spackling on the walls.  Nice view out the window at least.  She was in a state.  No one had come in to talk to her.  She didn't know what was going on.  I said I'd find her nurse.  Took me a bit but I did.

     Brought her in and clarified a few things.  Including that she and my sister already spoke.  And physical therapy had come in to do an assessment that morning.  Now remember that sentence.

     I'd been there maybe 15 min.  My brother in law walked in with supplies.  Apparently between the time it took me to leave and arrive at the center.  He'd arrived home.  And my sister gave him a laundry list of what she wanted brought up.

     After awhile I bid her good night and promised that I'd come in Saturday to have a word with the physical therapy people.

yes,

t.b.c

We may be rehashing hash...no not hashish...would be nice tho.

     I'm really in an awkward position.  Physically.  I'm twisted in a chair.  My right forearm is barley on a desk.  My left arm is just hovering having no real place to land.  Not to mention that I am twisted to the right, no room to put feet straight.  Part of why I don't blog from here I reckon. 


   Going to try something.  See if I can record a few blogs every so often so's to give you something to read daily.  See if that happens.


    We'll start with my sister.  She's taking up a vast majority of my time now.  You may recall that a few posts back I told you my company was relocating.  The same night I went to see her in CCU.


     It took 2 days for my brother in law to find out, thankfully he asked before he could spill the beans.  She still doesn't know.  She eventually came home briefly from that hospitalization.  And I mean briefly.


     She was in no shape to come home.  Worse than that the hospital made me go home to get her an oxygen tank to bring her home with.  Mostly due to discomfort right now, I'll spare the details.  She lasted 30 min in the house before we had to call for an ambulance to bring her back.


     Turned out in part she had a new bladder infection.  She had just refused physical therapy rehab when she left.  She know realized she needed it.


     Had to break the news to the brother in law when he got home.  Expecting to see his wife.  I don't really remember how long the next hospitalization lasted.  But room was found for her in the rehab center literally across the road from the hospital. 


t.b.c.

     See how long I can last.


     Hiya!  Sucks to be away like this.  But I'm going to try to put a coherent blog down. 


     Sister was in rehab, for physical therapy.  A very bumpy transition actually.  Called for my intervention.  Long story short she'd arrived late on a Thursday.  Didn't know what to make of Friday.  I went in, had a nurse come in to explain.


     This place sort of made me cringe.  Understaffed.  Obviously a dumping ground for people.  Didn't seem to be clean.  But....by Monday the P.T. had begun.  She actually had a good week.


     Was walking and such.  Then it happened.  The Fu#%%$@  tumor started making her bleed.  It was one of those phone calls where the phone rings at 4 in the morning.  You know it's never good news.


     Well she's been in the hospital for a week now.  Still loosing blood.  Word is she's going to be moved this week to another to start some kind of radiation.  Hoping that helps.


     House and job situation has not changed.  And I should tell you about my other adventure, sort of.  But my back and arms hurt twisting at this angle to type.  Maybe tomorrow?

Sitll kicking.

     Hey.  Totally needed a mental health day today.  Just have been so exhausted.  I'm doing okay.  My body just wouldn't start today, had the chills.  So I thought I'd do what was best.


     A sucky kind of thing.  I'm missing a job fair today.  And unless I have a week off, I never take Wednesdays off.


     Sister is in a rehab place.  Started some physical therapy.  Really  can't go into it.


     I'm at her gross computer and my wrists are already hurting.  No support here at all.


     Still have the house.  Still broke.  Just wanted to say Hi.