Back on January 1st I mentioned my mom was in the hospital. She’s still there recovering from her bout with cellulitis, which came up fast and got nasty right after Christmas. She’s doing better, still getting antibiotics and some wound care, since the swelling tore up her foot and lower leg. Her first eight days were spent in a regular hospital; then she was sent to a long-term acute care facility, which is kind of like a regular hospital but focused on a limited range of functions (no emergency room, no birthing center — Mom misses the lullabyes played throughout the hospital when a baby was born at the old place). I wish I could say it was as nice as the previous hospital, but I guess she doesn’t need all that, as long as they do give her what she needs for her condition. I just found out today that their tentative release date is Jan. 23rd, which will make almost four weeks. She probably won’t be completely ready for prime time then, either; we’ll have to wait and see what sort of in-home care needs to be arranged.
This coincides nicely with a bout of depression I’m having these days, which started well before Christmas. Basically, about all I’m managing these days is going to work and going to the hospital. There’s correspondence that’s lagging that really shouldn’t, not much music being made, and naps being taken at weird times. I mention this not for sympathy, but just to fill in anyone who might be wondering why things are quiet over here. It’s not exactly how anyone expected 2010 to start.