The 2 weeks on rehab is rather scary. Why only two weeks? Well, we will make the best of it. I have William dressed and ready to go each morning. I was told that they have to be dressed and ready for therapy. Now, I learn that part of therapy is learning how to get dressed. WEll, we skipped that part. WE wait for the PT person to come to the room and take us to the 4th floor for therapy. They try to get William up. IT is difficult. He does not have much balance or strength. BEing on the Skilled nursing unit for 4 weeks does not give you alot of strength. But, he tries. The speech follows. We go back up to the 9th floor. She is late or does not show up. WE are told that there is a bulletin board near the nurses station with our schedule. I go and check it. Now back downstairs for OT. Not, much happening with the arm. THis goes on for 2 weeks. Time to get ready to go home. They have a weekend outing for the caretaker to bring the survivor home. I don't know about this. I ask, How am I supposed to get William into the car? Oh, yes, they say...we had better practice a car transfer. Good Idea!. I ask what do I get to bring home. Do I get a wheelchair and potty chair? Only a wheelchair. WEll, I hope that he doesn't have to go to the bathroom. I do bring a urinal home. On, saturday, My practice run. Nobody goes with us to car. I actually bring the car to the door from the parking garage and then go and bring William down. I parked near the curb. This is dangerous. The wheelchair is on the edge. Now in practice the car is in a room. Not near the road near a curb. Anyway, nobody comes to help you. No nurse or PT. I am on my own to figure this one out.

Luckily, my neighbor has a potty chair. We need it at home. I just stay for an hour or so. Scary. WE could go again on Sunday. But, I say no thank you. I will wait until we are discharged. WHen I go to PT again. I let them know that we need more practice on car transfers. Twice was not enough. I was not comfortable. One more week. I am getting the townhouse ready. I get a ramp put in the entrance way. I get a walk in bathroom installed and my son is clearing out the rooms...so that the wheelchair has room. WE are packrats. Too much junk in the house. Thank God, for my son. He was doing that while I was at the hospital. He also set up MD appointments for me. Now when William is out. WE will have new MD's is place.

More to come in the next blog.

WE had our morning walk at the pool. William did not want to get up. But, he did. He is now resting.