Wednesday, August 22, 2007
good news for a change
Welp, it seems like whenever I opt out of a doctor's appointment something happens.
My father took my mother to the surgeon yesterday and he said she no longer needs the wound vac. This according to my father. Now, the surgeon told us last week that it might be 4-6 weeks more. I don't get that. I need to call.
My father then called tonight upset that my mother was no longer getting PT. I said I told him I that her last day was the 21st. He apologized after going on for ten minutes telling me every step of their visit. He said he didn't remember or didn't hear. Wow. I could use that line for ... how many instances?
I really should have called the surgeon and the nursing home/social worker/doctor to find out how long they think it will be that she will need to be there for care of the wound. I just couldn't muster up the energy today. Partly because they could say a week. And then what? I really don't want her going back to the apt. I want her to move directly into Glen Meadows.
Last night when my father was telling me this, he said that she has an appt with the surgeon in two weeks. And he will NOT use the wheelchair van again.
I finally had to be really forceful and say he CANNOT transport her anymore. That the two times she fell he was in his care. He says, I guess it is all my fault. I have tried to not say anything but ... yeah. I said, look, you are not steady on your feet. You cannot do this without me or someone else. Period.
He kept saying how she got to the bathroom on her own after they took the wound vac out. That is very different than foreign places.
He just doesn't get it and I need to be more forceful.
Oh, oh. The nurse practioner from Glen Meadows came and said she could do independent living.
Great!!!!!!!!!!! But I need to have the conversation with my father that their lives, while better than a nursing home/assisted living are going to be very much more limited. No more day trips and dragging my mother here and there. He needs to get her to dinner every day and they can enjoy their nice apt. Period.
He is such a mess. One minute saying how he can't do anything anymore and needs help and the next I can envision my mother and him thinking they can do an overnight to the ocean.
If they make it to the spring I will go with them. But right now it is about a very limited life. But better than many others have.
I see a lot of work in the next few weeks. I want to get them moved. And I need to do what I can to make that as soon as possible so my mother doesn't get involved in the packing. Actually I think she won't care and will just watch me. It is my father who will make me crazy and having time while he is at the nursing home is the only way I can see doing this. ahhhhhhhhh.
Oh lordy.
And so it goes.
My father took my mother to the surgeon yesterday and he said she no longer needs the wound vac. This according to my father. Now, the surgeon told us last week that it might be 4-6 weeks more. I don't get that. I need to call.
My father then called tonight upset that my mother was no longer getting PT. I said I told him I that her last day was the 21st. He apologized after going on for ten minutes telling me every step of their visit. He said he didn't remember or didn't hear. Wow. I could use that line for ... how many instances?
I really should have called the surgeon and the nursing home/social worker/doctor to find out how long they think it will be that she will need to be there for care of the wound. I just couldn't muster up the energy today. Partly because they could say a week. And then what? I really don't want her going back to the apt. I want her to move directly into Glen Meadows.
Last night when my father was telling me this, he said that she has an appt with the surgeon in two weeks. And he will NOT use the wheelchair van again.
I finally had to be really forceful and say he CANNOT transport her anymore. That the two times she fell he was in his care. He says, I guess it is all my fault. I have tried to not say anything but ... yeah. I said, look, you are not steady on your feet. You cannot do this without me or someone else. Period.
He kept saying how she got to the bathroom on her own after they took the wound vac out. That is very different than foreign places.
He just doesn't get it and I need to be more forceful.
Oh, oh. The nurse practioner from Glen Meadows came and said she could do independent living.
Great!!!!!!!!!!! But I need to have the conversation with my father that their lives, while better than a nursing home/assisted living are going to be very much more limited. No more day trips and dragging my mother here and there. He needs to get her to dinner every day and they can enjoy their nice apt. Period.
He is such a mess. One minute saying how he can't do anything anymore and needs help and the next I can envision my mother and him thinking they can do an overnight to the ocean.
If they make it to the spring I will go with them. But right now it is about a very limited life. But better than many others have.
I see a lot of work in the next few weeks. I want to get them moved. And I need to do what I can to make that as soon as possible so my mother doesn't get involved in the packing. Actually I think she won't care and will just watch me. It is my father who will make me crazy and having time while he is at the nursing home is the only way I can see doing this. ahhhhhhhhh.
Oh lordy.
And so it goes.
