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ismoThat was quite a day. I went out first thing and grappled with the grocery store. It was madness in there. People were helplessly getting in each other's way, because there was no alternative. This being the Midwest, most of them were quite nice about it and even smiled back at me. Still, madness, empty shelves, etc. Drove home, unloaded, took the Sparrowhawk to the bookstore all too briefly, to buy a few little things for stocking presents. Had limited success, because no time. I had him drop me off at the hospital, and he went home to await the arrival of Tron and the Lumberjack. I really didn't like to miss their arrival, but it was my only window to visit Madame before the snow came.
I found my way to her room, which wasn't easy. Then I stood outside her door for a long time while she had an argument with the caregiver who had come to take her to the bathroom. Finally they ushered me in. She was glad to see me, and I got quite an earful about a number of different areas in which people are not coming up to expectations. I hope venting helped her, because there isn't much else I can do. She's not in pain, but is mad as a hornet because they won't let her get up and walk around. She claims their PT is a joke, which I'm afraid is sadly true. But it's what there is. Of course it's particularly awful to be in the hospital at Christmas, in the midst of a blizzard. At least I understand what the issues are and why she's upset, even though there's nothing I can do about it. Basically, the problem is getting old. She was certainly much more articulate and like herself, which was good to see.
By the time the Sparrowhawk came by to pick me up, it was snowing heavily and there was an inch or two on the ground already as we slowly beetled our way home in the darkening day. When I got home, the Lumberjack was already putting the tree up in the living room, and Tron had gone downstairs for a nap. I misunderstood the Lumberjack's previous report on what happened. She actually does have a concussion--she just doesn't have a subdural hematoma. Probably. But she's still experiencing a lot of disability from it, and has to spend a lot of time lying down in a quiet space, not looking at screens or having lights and sounds that are too bright. They had already eaten their traditional welcoming pizza, so I had a piece too. Later, after Tron came back from napping, I made some chicken soup and biscuits, and some of us had some of that. It's a miracle that they got here, and I am so glad to have them safe and cozy and able to rest. We are well-supplied with all our needs, as long as the power stays on.
Queenie had her surgery today, and it sounds as if she came through with flying colors. She last texted me from her room, out of recovery and able to appreciate the view from her window before falling asleep again. The Fireman said that the doctor said it was even worse than he thought, which I guess is gratifying, as long as he fixed it!! I'm glad it's going to snow all day tomorrow, because I don't want to go anywhere for awhile.
I found my way to her room, which wasn't easy. Then I stood outside her door for a long time while she had an argument with the caregiver who had come to take her to the bathroom. Finally they ushered me in. She was glad to see me, and I got quite an earful about a number of different areas in which people are not coming up to expectations. I hope venting helped her, because there isn't much else I can do. She's not in pain, but is mad as a hornet because they won't let her get up and walk around. She claims their PT is a joke, which I'm afraid is sadly true. But it's what there is. Of course it's particularly awful to be in the hospital at Christmas, in the midst of a blizzard. At least I understand what the issues are and why she's upset, even though there's nothing I can do about it. Basically, the problem is getting old. She was certainly much more articulate and like herself, which was good to see.
By the time the Sparrowhawk came by to pick me up, it was snowing heavily and there was an inch or two on the ground already as we slowly beetled our way home in the darkening day. When I got home, the Lumberjack was already putting the tree up in the living room, and Tron had gone downstairs for a nap. I misunderstood the Lumberjack's previous report on what happened. She actually does have a concussion--she just doesn't have a subdural hematoma. Probably. But she's still experiencing a lot of disability from it, and has to spend a lot of time lying down in a quiet space, not looking at screens or having lights and sounds that are too bright. They had already eaten their traditional welcoming pizza, so I had a piece too. Later, after Tron came back from napping, I made some chicken soup and biscuits, and some of us had some of that. It's a miracle that they got here, and I am so glad to have them safe and cozy and able to rest. We are well-supplied with all our needs, as long as the power stays on.
Queenie had her surgery today, and it sounds as if she came through with flying colors. She last texted me from her room, out of recovery and able to appreciate the view from her window before falling asleep again. The Fireman said that the doctor said it was even worse than he thought, which I guess is gratifying, as long as he fixed it!! I'm glad it's going to snow all day tomorrow, because I don't want to go anywhere for awhile.
