On the rehab floor. We are there for 2 weeks. His arm gets swollen. So not much OT is done. I wrap the arm to push the fluid back into the body. This was suggested by my son. He was doing his residency. He said that that is what they do in the hospital. Compression to push the fluid back into the body from the extremities. This hospital does not do it. So I do it on my own. It works. The swelling goes away. I wrap the arm every evening. PT,OT, ST life revolves around those three entities. William feels that the speech therapy person, is worthless. THe cognitive is not really explained all that well. She takes along time to get the initial baseline made. Anyway, time is ticking away. 2 weeks for us to get it together. They come in every morning at 6AM or earlier for blood samples and blood pressure check. They do this because the next shift comes on at 7AM. Change of shift. THey do not come in to dress him. That's my job. Breakfast is down a floor. I never know if breakfast will be in the dining room or his room. I go up and down looking for it and trying to figure out if it will be on time. We have therapy at 8AM and it is essential to get Breakfast over with before that. and of course the all worrisome. Bathroom problem. That has to happen! I still need help. I cannot help transfer William yet. Actually,I am learning. But, wiping him is not possible by myself at this time.

I finally get it arranged to have breakfast in his room. This going up and down the elevators with the bathroom thing and therapy in an hour is not working.

Just writing about this brings back horrid memories of what we went through.

I will continue later.