Springing Mom from the clink

No, it didn't really look like this. It was rehab, not prison.

Well, Mom is finally home. This doesn't mean she's finished convalescing, only that her doctors and physical therapists feel it's safe for her to be at home now, as long as there's someone to watch over her at all times. Yesterday I went over to the rehab center where she'd been staying and, after she signed some paperwork, promptly busted her out the joint. Her immediate request was to be taken to Trader Joe's, because PRIORITIES. (Hey, I guarantee that her priorities would be yours too if you'd just eaten some three weeks' worth of institutional food.) After a minor purchasing bacchanalia, we returned home, put the goodies away, ate brie and baguettes for lunch (because of course we did) and Mom went on a Poldark binge for most of the rest of the day. After evening meds and such she ended up falling asleep in the recliner, and she seemed too comfortable to move, so there she remained for the rest of the night.

No recliner sleeping for Mom tonight, though; she's asleep in her own bed for the first time in weeks. Today was a dialysis day, and dialysis always leaves her spent, but we still managed to get in three meals, all basic meds, some post-op maintenance activities, a doctor's appointment and a whole lotta episodes of The Waltons. (I'm so full of wholesome '70s programming I might burst!)

Now, with Mom safely in bed, I can do a little of my usual duties (la la la, laundry fairy!) and otherwise perform some minor cleaning around the apartment. Also I'll write down the things to be done tomorrow in my bullet journal, which has been a lifesaver on this trip. Mom has a number of daily needs (mostly the timing of medications) that would be tough for my little ADHD-riddled brain to keep track of if I hadn't brought it along.

Oh, and guess what. Mom has another surgery scheduled for the 25th. Her latest fistula revision didn't take properly, so they get to fiddle around with her arm some more. yay.