Well, according to the MRI and CT Scan, no stroke....Medications? Who knows. He was reevaluated again by PT and ST Monday, and yesterday the word came that Inpatient Rehab is not appropriate. Notice, he is doing too well....it is "not appropriate". I wish they would just say it, then I could address their assessment. I have heard the vague comments 'as good as it gets', 'this is the way it's going to be' - but I don't want to give up and give in.
So, I had this appointment to get these stup
I think the employees at the hospital are soon going to think I'm one of them. This stay at the hospital has not been smooth. Bill's pcp left his practice to take a position with a managed care program so Bill now has a "new" doctor. Since he is new to this doctor he is sort of in limbo - was supposed to meet him 5/3 at the office, even though this doctor had followed him at the Nursing Home in February......if this sounds complicated, it is. Oh for the simpler days - some things really were bet
I just finished reading Sue-W's recent blog. I can so identify with her situation because that is mine. I LIVE by the "one day at a time" motto, because I become totally overwhelmed if I try to look into the future. I looked at the pill tray as I went to the kitchen today and noticed that tomorrow is already the day for me to set up the tray for the week. How can it be? We don't really do much, but the weeks do go past.
I finally got the doctor to put a label on Bill's condition now - "vasc
Well, well, well....yesterday was quite a day. We travelled four hours to attend Bill's son's high school graduation. It was quite amazing - Bill did just GREAT! He wanted to use his cane, not his wheelchair, but I insisted on the wheelchair. It is difficult for me to challenge his choices sometimes, but at others it is easy. Such was the case yesterday when I vetoed the cane. 90 degree weather, walking the length of a football field, uphill...I could see the outcome!
I'm also alot more sen
Here I am - 1:15 a.m. - with so many thoughts, and such a feeling of inadequacy when it comes to putting them down. I guess I'll begin with my thoughts about independence, both his and mine.
When my kids were little I was never very good at letting them get dressed themselves. It looked so hard. It didn't seem to come out quite "right". They got so frustrated. Their crying drove me into despair about my "demands". Would they hate their mother when they grew up because she didn't help them e
