maundy musings

These past two weeks are a blur of "before" the hospital and where we are now. Her rehab includes daily exercise and antibiotics, and she's already gotten her hair did with money in the bank for more do's. We've worked out a shuttle with their friend Ms. Faye to drop off/ pick him up around our schedules. He only likes short visits anyway :) Interferes with his TV viewing, ya know. The staff are friendly and jovial and understand that sometimes life is tough when your body gives out. It's the way Big E planned it As Ms. Faye says "Each of our days are numbered, so why worry?"

Our experiences at the hospital were great with the exception of that grumpy chick with the attitude and head rag. Each day we spent there, I came home and wrote about what the tests and treatments were and at least got the first names of nursing and physician staff. Her care was managed (after a somewhat rude first meeting for the two of us) very well by mainly one practitioner with a few consults for cardiology, gastro and ortho. That's some big time Medicare money ya'll. As my mother's advocate I saw that the patient is our end user and if we don't all work together and occasionally buck the authority, nothing will ever change in the delivery model. ANYTHING preventive is worth the money. Take for instance all those mammos that were given to other agencies because the entire country has gone ape-shit crazy over abortion. It was the seventies. Get over it.

Daddy has done very well, looking forward to his visits and staying on schedule.
to him, that is pure joy. He misses her a lot and is being sweet as pie and not at all grouchy with her, which is a nice change. Like many elderly women she does go onandonandon but someday? That will be me, so I listen politely...often learning some bit of history that I never knew 'til now.

Thanks to all who have prayed and hugged and sent karmic beams my way.

Love ya...mean it ^j^