It's been a rough few days. The worse part? Convincing my mom to go to a rehab facility for a few days. I can't say as I blame her for wanting to go home instead. Those places are notoriously dismal. Filled with people who need so much help. Unfortunately, mom needs some help herself. She is walking with a walker and getting stronger every day, but she can't get herself in and out of bed and unfortunately her primary caregivers can't manage it either. So she will be spending the next 3 to 7 days on the inside.
Worse case scenario is she will be coming home next Thursday to a hospital bed. Best case is she will get out much sooner and be able to get in and out of bed on her own. She needs to work on her upper body strength and I need the time to find whatever tools she can use to help her help herself. Tomorrow I am going home for the first time since Monday. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed for a few days and to see my husband and Poko and my pony. I have Miley with me and that has been comforting.
I had to miss my own physical therapy appointment today, but have rescheduled it for tomorrow so all should work out fine. I will say it's been stressful and very very difficult to maintain on Weight Watchers through it all. I had to miss my weigh-in for the first time since I started too. I'm going to look for a meeting over here since I suspect I will need to be here for a couple of weeks.
Mom cried when she realized she was going to need to go to rehab. That was the hardest thing for today.