Mom was discharged from the hospital on Monday, Jan. 27th. It was kind of a rocky week. She got pretty weak in the hospital, especially in the last three days where she got no physical therapy at all, so at home she had extreme difficulty getting up from chairs and such. She fell three times, though they were the plop-on-your-butt falls. But on Friday, she did a doozy of a fall, and I didn’t find her till 7:00 when I got there from work. So now she’s back in the hospital, recovering. She has a huge knot on her head and some bruises, but she seems OK otherwise (of course, with all the issues she had before).
It was a very good argument that she should’ve had someone with her at all times, but she wanted to try on her own to be as independent as possible. As of Friday morning she seemed to be showing improvement in her mobility. So much for that. Now, we’re hoping she can go back to her apartment with either one of us kids there or a paid companion. Her confidence has taken a hit, though, and now she’s acknowledging the possibility of a nursing home. I hope it doesn’t come to that.
Last week was very hard on her, especially, but also on me since I was with her six or seven hours a day on top of trying to keep my regular work hours. And it was, ultimately, unsuccessful, really. So now we have to come up with a new plan. I’m willing to spend money on the companion, as much as it could be, if it allows her to be in her home near her friends. If that’ll be enough, that is. Well, first she has to be released from the hospital, again.
I don’t have much other news. All I did other than the foregoing was shovel snow/ice a couple of times and send text messages about Mom to people.