I thought this title seemed appropriate when I re-read the one I posted about mud. The mud was replaced with grass seed. The spring weather was replaced with mid-western heat and humidity. The new grass that was looking pretty good is now replaced by weeds that love and thrive in the heat and humidity. Every morning and evening I water my weed gardens. lol There is some grass that's thriving. I talked to our lawn guy (never in my life did I think I'd have a lawn guy!) who tells me that they'll reseed the bare spots, fertilize, and do some weed control stuff when the weather cools. Right now I'm not sure that will happen for a while. We've had two weeks of record breaking heat and humidity. In the Indy area we've had high 90° temps with heat index of 105° to 115°. It's supposed to cool off to the upper 80's mid next week. Yowser it's hot!
Dan is still getting stronger. His Medicare facility days ended a week ago and he is on private pay now. It's expensive, but as long as he keeps participating and getting stronger it's worth it. The stronger he gets the less I have to lift when he comes home. He's eating a little more too. His new roommate, Jack, occasionally chimes in on whether Dan is eating or not. Dan informed Jack the other day that he didn't need to report to me...I'm not his mother! lol I don't blame him, it's bad enough that he has me and ST telling him he needs to eat, chew, swallow, drink. He seems to get along well with Jack.
The nurse practitioner and OT are recommending that I get a hoyer lift when he comes home. I'm probably going to do it but I don't want to rely on a lift to transfer him. I view it as a "just in case" need. I can use it on days when he doesn't have the strength or if he falls. In the past I've called 911 when he's fallen, got to know the local fire station guys and gals real well! The problem is that he's got two things hanging out of his belly now...a feed tube and an ostomy bag. I've always used a gait belt around his belly to give me leverage to lift him. Now the gait belt has to go more under his arm pits and that doesn't give me any leverage. In and out of bed isn't too bad because I can grab his britches to help him stand. The problem is getting off the toilet...there's no britches to grab. We'll work through it. We did it before, we'll do it again.
He's very anxious to come home but he doesn't seem to realize that he's not as strong as he was in January.
As I re-read this blog I notice that it sounds a little whiney. I don't mean it to sound whiney or complaining, it's just the facts. It is what it is has been my mantra for the last couple of years. It just seems to fit.