Firefly of Trill
Apr. 4th, 2019 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoYesterday, short version: drove to my mother's place, sat with her at lunch, watched her PT session, visited for awhile, went to the care conference, visited for an hour or so with Mother and the Duchess, went home when the helpers came to give Mother a shower. Tired! Watched the last episode of Epic Yellowstone and the last episode of Season 1 of A Discovery of Witches, and went to bed.
The care conference has left us somewhat up in the air, as such things almost always do. I honestly am doubtful that Mother's former residence will be able to cope with her current needs, but the staff seemed surprisingly optimistic that she can be discharged to her former home in assisted care. However, they had invited the assisted care team to be present, and had been told they would come, but they didn't show up. So we couldn't ask them. The therapy team was very definite that, even if Mother learns to use her walker again, she will NEVER be safe to walk with it on her own. She will always need someone watching over her. Cody the PT told me that she can't follow sequenced directions and has a balance problem that she hasn't been able to overcome. She always leans backwards when trying to stand. The Duchess told me that even before she fell, the assisted care staff had informally taken it upon themselves to accompany her at all times when she was using the walker. That was kind of them, but unless it's in her care plan, we can't count on it happening.
I raised the question of whether Mother would qualify for long-term nursing care, and whether that would be more appropriate if she is unsuccessful in returning to assisted care. They couldn't give me a straight answer and said I'd have to ask the social worker at assisted care. But they did tell us that Mother could not enter the long-term nursing unit on this campus, because they're renovating the building and are not accepting new patients. One of the big selling points of this retirement community was that they guaranteed continuity of care--once you were accepted, you could move to any level of care needed, for the rest of your life. I'm putting my wrath on pause till I can make sure I know their current policy. The assisted care social worker called the Duchess today. We have another meeting, with them, next Wednesday, which I will attend. The nutritionist also called and told the Duchess that last week, Mother weighed 105 pounds. As of today, she weighed 101. They're trying to increase her nutritional supplements.
Last night, I woke up at 4 am and couldn't go back to sleep until it got light, at which point I had a nap before going to a therapy appointment. So my day has been oddly off-schedule. It was chilly and raw out, but I went for a walk anyway, in sheer defiance. My therapist congratulated me for fighting off depression episodes for an entire two weeks. Of course, I still have cosmic midnight malaise and feelings of creeping predawn doom, but hey. Baby steps.
The care conference has left us somewhat up in the air, as such things almost always do. I honestly am doubtful that Mother's former residence will be able to cope with her current needs, but the staff seemed surprisingly optimistic that she can be discharged to her former home in assisted care. However, they had invited the assisted care team to be present, and had been told they would come, but they didn't show up. So we couldn't ask them. The therapy team was very definite that, even if Mother learns to use her walker again, she will NEVER be safe to walk with it on her own. She will always need someone watching over her. Cody the PT told me that she can't follow sequenced directions and has a balance problem that she hasn't been able to overcome. She always leans backwards when trying to stand. The Duchess told me that even before she fell, the assisted care staff had informally taken it upon themselves to accompany her at all times when she was using the walker. That was kind of them, but unless it's in her care plan, we can't count on it happening.
I raised the question of whether Mother would qualify for long-term nursing care, and whether that would be more appropriate if she is unsuccessful in returning to assisted care. They couldn't give me a straight answer and said I'd have to ask the social worker at assisted care. But they did tell us that Mother could not enter the long-term nursing unit on this campus, because they're renovating the building and are not accepting new patients. One of the big selling points of this retirement community was that they guaranteed continuity of care--once you were accepted, you could move to any level of care needed, for the rest of your life. I'm putting my wrath on pause till I can make sure I know their current policy. The assisted care social worker called the Duchess today. We have another meeting, with them, next Wednesday, which I will attend. The nutritionist also called and told the Duchess that last week, Mother weighed 105 pounds. As of today, she weighed 101. They're trying to increase her nutritional supplements.
Last night, I woke up at 4 am and couldn't go back to sleep until it got light, at which point I had a nap before going to a therapy appointment. So my day has been oddly off-schedule. It was chilly and raw out, but I went for a walk anyway, in sheer defiance. My therapist congratulated me for fighting off depression episodes for an entire two weeks. Of course, I still have cosmic midnight malaise and feelings of creeping predawn doom, but hey. Baby steps.
