Remember that song from Leslie Ann Warren's Cinderella? It runs through my mind often. "In my own little corner in my own little world, I can be whatever I want to be."
Mom's new room is a step down single person room with a bench for me to sleep on, which I have. I came in here January 1st with her. Today, if all goes as planned they are dismissing her to travel to my home town to a swing bed unit. This hospital is done. She can stay there as long as she improves for 21 days. Then...???
My observation: Hospitals really don't want sick people any more. People in crisis, yes. Truly sick or old, no. Medicare rules continue to dictate the actual health care of illness... A person has to be improving in order to qualify for further care. Imagine if that carried over to everything. Sorry, your car needs to be running in order for the mechanic to fix it. Oh, too bad, your child must already be learning in order for us to start the unit. Oh, wait! Your house needs to be turning green by itself before I can paint it that color.
The future? Well, honestly, even that 2:00 trip is too far in the horizon for me to think about. We are just stringing moments together. And my son and I are collecting little golden words that have suddenly become treasures of our hearts to go along with the years of treasures and easier words.
Thanks for all your good thoughts and prayers. This is a pretty bad start to a new year. Hoping for the best