I know it is Thursday but not sure of the date...wait, there
is a mini calendar attached to the lamp shade here next to the laptop...how
handy, it's the 5th.
Good news: Mom was transferred to the 4th floor rehab
this afternoon. We met some of the nurses and the social worker...all
delightful, light-hearted, good senses of humor, knowledgeable and
supportive. Mom is in the bed next to the window which overlooks the mountain
range that you can see from Mom and Dad's house. There are some maple
trees with the leaves changing colors...I am not exaggerating when I say it
looks like a peaceful postcard; quite an upgrade from the view of the air
conditioning junk from her previous room. Dad and I were taken for a tour
of the facility. A few therapy rooms (one
woman was using a stick and pretending like she was rowing). Most therapy
rooms overlook the mountain view. There is a room set up like a home,
with various types of chairs and a bed and such so patients can practice home
skills before leaving. Dad asked where the quilting therapy was...the
nurse said that if we wanted to add that to Mom's goals, to bring it up at the
pow-wow meeting...she wasn't joking. Overall, the facility is kick-ass
(sorry to anyone who may be offended by my language...Mom blames it on the
mosquito control guys I used to work with...now Dad will scold me for ending a
sentence with a preposition). Next Wednesday we have a meeting with the
team who will be working with Mom to go over their assessments, goals and short
term plans.
I feel like I'm writing report card comments as I have started with the positive. Let's just say Mom did not play well with others today. She was very agitated for most of the morning, definitely wanting something and not
being able to communicate what she wanted. Needless to
say it was frustrating for Mom and for Dad and me. The social worker
talked with us a little bit about the confusion that Mom may be experiencing,
something that
I personally have not addressed because she seems to be
doing so well. Of course, some days are going to be better than
others...isn't it that way for all of us? Mom's days are going to be
filled to the brim with rehab rehab
rehab, some eating, sleeping, interspersed with more rehab
rehab rehab. The social worker (a God-send) said the first 90 days are
the most important for Mom's rehabilitation, so it is going to be
intensive. Keep praying.
More people have requested an address for cards and
such. Please send them to Mom and Dad's house. It is recommended
that patients in this rehab do not receive lots of visitors and she cannot
receive phone calls so cards and good wishes would be WONDERFUL to hang on her
bulletin board. If you send anything to Mom directly at the hospital, she
will not receive it.
Peggy Loyd
Her Street
Her Town, Her State Her Zip
Much Love to you all, thanks for the good wishes and
prayers!
Peggy Anne
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