mamaw
they got her into a nursing home in the next town yesterday evening. she was admitted for therapy and this place is supposed to have one of the best physical therapy programs in the immediate area, so... ??
she did really well with the news. some non-reality-based relatives kept talking about "waiting to hear back from" some contacts about getting someone to stay at home with mamaw... what? oh, how much? um, just $850+ per week, that's all.
*mouth gaping open* oh, really. hmm. and of course they just expect that my dad can afford such an expense. idiots.
that's after realizing that my mom wasn't going to stay down there with her. (my grandmother lives in a trailer about 45 yeads from my parents' house) never mind that she's just not physically able, or that she does have a couple of other businesses to run. noooo. nobody thinks about that stuff.
why would they? my mom and dad have been the constants in mamaw's care for years. dad's brother has lived about 180 miles away and you never knew if he could afford to make the trip down, let alone whether he had a vehicle to drive anyway. he lives here now, so at least he can come visit her, but to help with her care in a real sense? no. his nurse-daughter, who always acts as if my parents have done her some favor when they take mamaw to the e.r. or the countless doctor appointments and lab tests, etc... as if she was "planning" to do anything herself in the first place. *retching sounds* she's made these promises to mamaw for years in times of medical stress -- "Mamaw, I won't ever let you go in a nursing home. I promise you that." i don't know what her reasoning was for doing that. it usually came out at least sounding like some kind of accusatory thing, but who knows... anyhow... it's all just bizarre.
the boys and i went down to see her this afternoon, but traffic was awful because of some interstate accident, then we almost had a wreck, then my sugar went low, so we stopped to eat... by then it was time to head home so we could make it to revival. *sigh* but we were able to make sure where the home was exactly. i'm gonna try to go back tomorrow after a hair appointment, Lord willing and i'm not hurting too bad. *gah*
mamaw's still on the oxygen 24/7, but they're trying to get her up to walk some. problem with that is she just doesn't seem to have the energy to move once they get her up. it's like it wears her out to get up. *sigh*
and mamaw does tend to be a pretty sedentary person. if there's someone around who will do things for her, she is very amicable to lettling them go right ahead and do it. that may be something that would overcome her discomfort of being away from home. she loves to talk to whoever's around, especially if they're "tending to" her.
*sigh* i just dunno. i mean, she's 93 years old for goo'niss sakes! she's always just bounced back like *snap* so this is kinda... well, shocking, i guess. but she's sure in worse shape than she was two weeks ago.
oh, and the initial hemorrhaging thing? it was a small bleeding ulcer that was corrected within the first three days by changing some meds. it was after the flatlining (that's the story we got from nurses, anyhow) and the stay in icu that she really went downhill. everything about that is really fishy.
frankly, since nurse-cousin knows all the people at that hospital? i'm glad she's now somewhere else. i always feel like we're not getting the whole story, like there have been instruction given to only tell us so much, or some watered-down version. very worrisome.
*sigh*
anyhow. there's that.
it's late. i gotta go.