Well everybody I dunno how to say this..........but I took MommaSnood home Monday Night - man this is gonna be a long story. After Sunday being so close to having her come home only to see her not be able to take a step I was distraught and she became delirious knowing she would have to stay - she was frightened. I was crushed seeing her like that - visitor closing time is now 8pm and every night I left if she was up she would become frightened and delirious....If she was sleeping, I would try to wake her, but if I could not I knew she would wake up to a dark room freaking out. Each day became progressively worse mentally to the point she was super angry at me for leaving her. Explaining did not help on day 5.
I called the program administrator to see if she could get physical therapy to show up when I got there about 2 - I had no sleep the previous days. I had set up for MommaSnood to be transferred to a rehab facility run by the hospital. I did not want to I knew it was gonna destroy her mentally...........she was to be transferred at 6. Had a mom friend show up to help out too....she was freaking out hearing the weirdness coming from her........Phys therapy showed up at 3 and I asked WTH did you get her up at all, did she walk........he siad on day one he did and she walked a lil but he was like she needs rehab.....I was like but 3 days later she can not walk. So he got her ready and stood her up.
This is where it gets weird.......I have never been a super religious guy, but I did say my prayers every night before bed until I was like 40 or 41....stopped because well ummm didn't seem to be working lol - had some bad years starting about 2004 (hurricanes and other stuff).........so I just stopped. Well goofy Snood decided on Sunday night to do it again, basically apologizing for being a deek and not the greatest son in that I should have been there more for her in my 30s and 40s, said do not expect anything because there are a lot more deserving people in the world that needs God's help then me, butttttttt if he was bored changing channels tonite and happens upon my lame channel or station.....thank you for the listen. Said there was no way she is going to walk by tomorrow, but just asking for a minor miracle even though I know it won't happen just that rehab is going to wreck my mom. So yeah did my usual stuff i used to say and signed off saying sorry for being such a deek more or less. Signed off and forgot about it.
So back to the story......she is standing up - big whoop and me and Mom's friend are looking at each other going umm no way......waiting a minute going yawn.....the umm one small step with a walker....ok yawnish but that is just one foot, then goes the other.......very slow very deliberate, but she made it to the chair he point out about 3 feet away with him behind her and sat down.....then he helps he up and asks her to try to get to the bed and she does it - mind you 10 x slower than a George Romero zombie....but she did it. I then say can we see how she does with her shoes on? She does a bit better. It is about then the previous paragraph hits me
Mom's friend is still convinced she need rehab - oh a doctor had come in before the Phys Therapy and was actually looking at her knee and swelling etc.....sat and watched her walk. So i go out to the aisle and nurses station with them kinda balling my eyes out saying i do not know what to do - so they both started giving their take. Phys Therapy says look I am only talking about the physical part without taking anything else into consideration and upon that I think she should get a week or more of rehab. Then the lady doctor who was muslim (but i would have switched to her pronto) she says he does have a point, but from what I saw if you are willing and it will be tough you could take her for a week then have in house phys rehab come over 5 times a week.....but the first week is going to be rough and I do not think she needs to be in rehab 1) beacause fo Covid and she is 83 - 2) her mental state and what it might do.
Well was like I like that and shit this is going to be rough....and then said what kinda shit would I be If the one thing I asked for came to fruition and I said nahhhhh off to rehab she goes lol. Ummmmm
So yeah brought mom home and canceled the rehab facilty - in house should be coming next week - when we discharged, i was like please mom don't do a Michigan J Frog on me - nah she got up and in the wheel chair fine and in the car fine. We talked a lot on the way back but her voice was real hoarse from screaming at hospital....the stuff i saw.
Had a friend across the street meet me at home to help if needed - really did not need........she was fidgety - she finally fell alseep in a chair watching tv in the family room......woker her up about 1130 to get her to bed in her new bedroom. She was scared and did not want to get into bed because she was afraid a nurse would be jabbing her or taking her somewhere for test or who knows. I talked her down and said she was home and safe......got her to use the potty chair and change her undies then into bed......she fell asleep quick. She got up about 830am and got her going...........she improved a ton from yesterday longer and a bit faster......but she was still scared that I would leave her, even though my room is like right near hers - if she did not her my voice or see me go by like 10 of 15 mins she would call out Joey are you there? Would be like yes Mom always am and will let you know if i go outside -----sometimes i would beat her to the punch and say mom you alright. Seems a lot better today mentally, but everyday is a new day. The physical I am impressed by.....told her so and she was happy to hear it. So yeah Phys Therapy coming in house, setting up a nurse to come in couple times a week and possibly someone to help with the showers, but not so sure she or i will be keen on that one. Got a new transport wheelchair for free and another potty today also. MOMMA SNOOD IS HOME THANK GOD Lotta patience needed and earlier bedtimes too.
yeah I just checked the baby monitor and she had her eyes open so i went in and she said she was still scared. Talked to her a bit saying she is safe we are at home. That place screwed her up a bit as far as going to bed and being in a bed.