Friday, November 20th 2015
She’s *back*! (See what I did there?)
Yesterday we successfully extricated mom from the hospital. Here she is saying fond goodbyes, with Bonnie -the invaluable stalwart friend- by her side.
At this point Mom is the lady who went into the hospital with a cane, and came out with a walker. And somehow it fell to me to not only get her home, but UP the brick stairs to her home, with a walker, and with NO dropping the Mamma on the sidewalk. As luck would have it, Mom confidently used her PT & OT training and just grabbed the railing and hauled her own butt up her own stairs. “That wasn’t so bad,” she said. I was silently elated.
Then we got busy settling her back HOME; unpacking bags, shedding vestiges of the hospital, organizing laundry, even having coffee and opening MAIL; something *I haven’t managed to do for a couple weeks now. Here is Mom opening mail over coffee:
When I left off yesterday she was drawing the line at tennis balls. She’s had to suffer the indignity of being prescribed a walker, which she looks forward to not needing. Fine. But tennis balls are RIGHT OUT.
TODAY with the help of my DH however, we upped the game to sorting her out with groceries AND medications, all the while she’s bopping around her house grandma-style, pretty smoothly yet withOUT the walker. The new normal has been unrecognizable so she hasn’t been able to evaluate her pain too qualitatively. But I keep noticing she has plenty of stamina for conversation etc., and all systems seem to be working …great (a word we were forbidden to use last week).
Finally by this afternoon she was able to say, “Hey I think I’m doing better!”
I think so too. YAAAY MOM! Keep up the great work. And remember:
How do you think *I* got so tough, anyway?