@Seek_Kolinahr : You definately got that in one. The usual screw-up with the week-end staff, of course. Two social workers stood in my room two days ago and swore that I could have lunch and be dismissed at 12:30. So we made plans.
The nurse just had me sign all the papers, gave me all the instructions and meds and shook my hand in farewell, at 10:30. No one told her anything about our plans.
So I am now the unwelcome guest at the inn. My daughter is driving over asap but of course, she was expecting to have another hour or so to get it together. Nurse, who is Ms. Grumpy, will have to give the spiel all over again.
I got a “Rehab Facility Commons” shopping bag, a long-handled back scrubber, a device to put on socks, undies and pants without bending, and a long-handled shoe horn as a going away present, plus all the towels I can steal, I guess.
At least I will not have to rot here over the long week-end. In the discharge papers I am described as “an agreable, alert woman, aged XX, who has responded well to PT and OT and has done everything asked of me. I have participated in all the decision-making processes. Plus, I have a cooperative and attentive family.” No mention of Milo or my occasional cantankerous outbursts..
@Coloma:One week’s supply of pain meds. Then I have to call my PCP and grovel, if need be. I am hoping by then to be off them
The worst prob. is constipation.
Interestingly, even at my darkest moments, I have never lost the urge to write a few sentences (and even edit before sending.)
Having fluther and all of you at 4:00 AM was the best drug possible. Thank you, everyone.
Hold off on the party for a few days. I need to fly Jacques, le coiffeur, over from Paris first.
