For those of you that read my posts on FB sorry to bore you a little, but wanted to get some information out about the past week. Last week, I mentioned that papa fractured his left tibial plateau. After the therapists tried to get him up on Sunday and put weight on his right leg they found out he also fractured his right tibial plateau. Both fractures are almost in the same exact spot. With this in mind, he was transferred on Tuesday to a rehabilitation facility, but was not approved for the one where my mom is currently. The facility close by was ready to accept him and was making accommodations to be sure my parents spent time together during the day. We were told he needed acute physical therapy and would be sent to a facility 35 miles away. Needless to say I was not happy, but tried to understand the reasoning. I will say the case manager at the hospital needs lessons in customer service and respect for patients. We were in the hospital visiting papa and the case manager called us on the phone. When I asked for an explanation as to why papa was admitted a certain way, she instructed us to go read the yearly Medicare book that is sent to the house. Just so you know, I did read the publication and it says nothing except go read another publication which I did and there is nothing published that is helpful at all. It's truly a good thing I never saw the case manager in person because even now almost a week later I am angry. I'll get over it of course.
I shifted my time with mema this past week. I popped in at different times and ensured either she ate a meal or went to activities. They had music or games almost every afternoon and she was able to attend and participate which was great to see. I have explained that papa won't be visiting for a bit and she seems to understand.
Lady is a bit confused about what is happening. I come in and out trying to be sure she is walked and loved. Thank goodness she does not need a lot of attention. She wanders around the house and then settles in the living room (center of house) to keep an eye on things between naps.
I know I ask a lot of questions. It has to be part of my DNA or something because I can't seem to stop. It's like those words and letters that I see in my mind. I try to keep my mouth shut, but I can't seem to help it. It helps me put things in order and learn about people and subjects. I know it drives many of those around me crazy and I know it drove those crazy I worked with especially in those dreadful meetings. So for those that I drive crazy I apologize. Do you do something that drives others crazy?
I have not finished reading anything over the past week. I was able to give away a couple of books to people a the coffee shop. I love passing on books.
I am going to end it here for today. Too many thoughts flitting in and out of mind this morning. Have to get things moving and some laundry done. I hope you have a wonderful week. Take care. Chat soon. Marie
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