Some Like It, Some Don't

Johnny and I rode with my brother, Nelson, into Montgomery yesterday to see mother. She is doing really well, looked great, and made three laps around the Physical Therapy room while we were there. Thank you for your prayers and support. She plans to return home the middle of next week. While we were there, she was introducing us to everyone and seemed to know almost each person within sight. The woman never meets a stranger and I wondered how she would be once she's home and doesn't have all the personable relationships she's making. Not to mention the nurses that are so sweet to make over her.

She is in the same rehab center that I spent 24 hours in after the eleven weeks of ICU. I was so homesick that I literally felt I would have a nervous breakdown if I wasn't allowed to go home. Once I settled in for the night, however, it got better and I thought just maybe I could stay the five weeks that was planned for me. BUT, at breakfast the next morning when I was wheeled to the dining table and the elderly man next to me went face first into his oatmeal bowl, I knew I wasn't staying!!! Not this girl!!!

Got someone to wheel me back to my room, called Johnny, we talked to the doctor who agreed I could do in-house therapy, and I went home!!!! Someone came three times a week for five weeks and helped me relearn how to walk, climb stairs, write, etc and I never had to go back to the rehab center. Yikes, I was sooooo relieved to see that mother's situation is different and that she's much happier! Oh, and she isn't having to wear diapers either. Ugh, I've told Johnny I did all that 'senior citizen stuff' at the young age of 50, so I shouldn't have to do it at all now. You think?