Well, discharging from TNWL is finally upon me. I am getting “sprung” tomorrow.
It is a little bit scary, but more than that, it is about time. We’ve done what we can here, strengthening my usable right side and learning how to transfer from bed to wheelchair to pot and back again.
My bed at home is on the high side, so there may be some problems initially with getting in that bed. Hopefully, we can remedy that in a timely manner. 🙂
Not sure how anything is going to go, but if nothing else, one learns how to adapt.
I’m extremely grateful that a friend of mine is going to be available to be with me Monday-Friday, 8 a.m.-5 p.m. It’s actually going to help both Dan and myself quite a bit as she’ll cook, keep the house clean, do laundry, and walk the dog for 30 minutes at the end of the day plus feeding her before leaving for the day.
I may be asking another friend to come for a week while the main helper/friend goes to work for her mother.
On another note, I’m so sick of rehabs and hospitals that I may put off shoulder surgery until after the coming winter. I am probably going to need to some time to detox from all these pills, as well.
This whole experience overall has certainly given me much to think about. Not just for myself, but thinking about the people in care, about seniors in the system, and basically just witnessing how easy it is to spiral into depression and feelings of helplessness. Sadly, I saw one woman here in my area (each “area” is 12 beds) who slipped daily until one day she was just sitting at a meal, crying, refusing to eat, and the next day she was gone from her room. No one said a word about this frail bird woman, and all I know or can know is that she was taken from our area.
I’ll have more to say later, thinking about rehabs, elder care, and just how we care for one another in general. I’m still processing it all, but am still in the thick of it. It’s bizarre but I had a few moments of anxiety earlier today, thinking what if I was unable to leave after all, and I had to STAY here. On some level, I guess, my mind has equated this experience of dependency and feelings of helplessness as a sort of prison.
Anyway, I need to sign off to get out of this funk. Think about all the awesome tomorrows coming forth! And tomorrow, will learn to be an assistant cook from a wheelchair. 🙂
Yeah, this last 24 hours here is going to be easy, and if I need some sleep, I’ll do it! But shortly, a hot shower to wash it all off.