My previous post ended with:
I bet you any amount of money that some other thing will happen or change between the time I leave here and arrive there.
I was so correct. Not all bad, but disconcerting none the less.
After I got off the phone with the social worker (on the cell phone) and with TB (on the land line) while at home, I saw our neighbor and asked if she would take me to pick up a walker. Since he was coming home that day, Tuesday, Oct 27th, we knew he’d need one at the very least by the next morning. Once we picked that up I asked her to just bring me directly to the hospital if she could and I’d bring the walker with me because I didn’t know if he’d even need it to leave the hospital.
I got up to the 5th floor, went to room 510 and stopped in my tracks. There was someone mopping out the room, no patients, no personal items, no nothing. I think my heart stopped beating for a second.
My initial thought? Oh. My. God.
I turned and walked to the nurse’s station and in an unbelievably calm voice said that my husband wasn’t in his room and that I’d like to know where he was. They asked who he was and just as I told them his name I heard from behind me, hey Patty, I’m in here. I turn around there he is in room 503, getting his bandage on his leg changed.
Apparently, after his roommate was discharged earlier in the day, there came a request for a room for two women who would be coming out of surgery so they needed the room. TB was moved to another room until getting discharged later in the day (his new roommate was getting ready to go into surgery, very old – perhaps late 80’s – he was in really bad shape with a broken his hip, problems from Parkinson’s plus hallucinations, really sad to see) and so that the room could be cleaned and readied for the women.
Over the next number of hours (I got there around 3, I think, and he was officially discharged about 10:45pm) he had his two blood transfusions, I learned how to change the bandages, we ate, we tried to figure out transportation because there were still questions about the timing of discharging so who was going to take him home, do we arrange it, are they going to, made a list of medical equipment he’d need, etc.
When all was said and done, he was transported home in a Life Link ambulance on a gurney. We’ll be billed for a wheelchair transport because that’s what we were promised (far less expensive) but because that wasn’t available, he got the ‘big rig’. Think that boosted his ego a bit? Of course!
The ambulance attendants, both women (cool!) really took a liking to TB. Most people do, he’s pretty charismatic in his own way. They got him all set up on the couch in the living room when we got home and made sure we had all of his valuables from the hospital and the walker, etc, etc.
Since then it’s been a very busy but productive number of days. We have a physical therapy schedule all set up (they’ll come to the house), a nurse will come at least once a week as well to check his blood and do other lab work, we’ve got the necessary medical equipment that will make life a bit easier, and I finally got to go to school to take my exam I missed on the 22nd. I know I didn’t get a 98/100 (what I’ve gotten every test so far) but that’s okay, I think I still got an A but even if it’s a high B I’m okay with that. There’s plenty of time to make up any points if I need to in order to maintain my A.
My instructors have been amazing, providing moral support plus giving me extra time if I need it to complete assignments. But except for that exam that I finally got to on Friday, I only have a couple of chapters of work to do and then I’ll be caught up. That’s what this weekend is all about, catching up and giving both TB and I a bit of time apart. Even if that means I’m just down in the office and he’s hanging on the couch.
If family or friends would like to visit, you certainly may and he’ll appreciate it because he’s considered housebound, per the nurse, until she says he isn’t. But be sure to call first to see what time works best because of his physical therapy schedule and the nurses, etc., and also to see if he’s in the mood. He’s definitely getting stronger but he does take an occasional nap (works for me!). The really good thing is? He’s eating!!