The nephrologist (kidney doctor) mentioned yesterday that mom was going to be discharged soon and that she is going to The Garrison for an as yet undisclosed amount of time for rehab. This was the first we’d heard of any of it. However, this does seem to be the case. On my way out today, I talked to the nurse and she said tomorrow is the day. The time is still not known.
Today, the physical therapy lady got mom up and she took a short walk in the hall. I had brought mom her mail, which included bills and a bank statement, and her purse, so she could pay the bills. She would have also reconciled her checkbook, but she is not used to using a touch screen, and using the calculator app on my tablet wasn’t working for her.
This afternoon, I got on Amazon and found her some house dresses that she liked and she ordered three of them so she would have something to wear until the catheter comes out. (She usually wears slacks.) They should be here by Wednesday. We talked a little bit about assisted living facilities and what they may be like. I think she’s decided it’s time.
On the way home, I stopped off at her bank to order her more checks. My name is also on her checking account, and her bank has a banking app. While I was there, I got one of the bank ladies to set me up for it, got the app downloaded and got passwords, etc. This will be useful for when she needs to deposit a check. You don’t have to take them to the bank anymore to deposit them. You use the banking app.
When I went to her house tonight, I got her little calculator so she can reconcile her checkbook. I also got her something to wear tomorrow when they come get her to take her to the rehab facility — whenever that is. I also got today’s mail from her dear neighbor JM who has been so good to my mom over the years. I will take that mail to her tomorrow.
Hopefully, things will go well tomorrow. I just looked at Google maps to make sure I know where The Garrison is, It’s right next door to the new VA clinic. Yep. I know where that is.
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At least the rehab place is in familiar territory. Little things mean a lot, as the old song has it.