The New Place

Wow, my mom's new rehab is like night and day from Port Orange. She has a huge private room, a nice view out the window, attentive and compassionate staff, and she said she progressed more in one day in physical therapy than she did in six weeks at Port Orange.

Monet and I went for a visit yesterday, and unlike Port Orange, I didn't have the urge to get out of there as  fast as possible. It was a completely different vibe. I'd mentioned to James that while visiting my mom at Port Orange, from the minute I stepped inside, my anxiety level escalated until I had the urge to flee as fast as I could. I had attributed that feeling to the somewhat cramped space, but now I think it was more than that.

In the new rehab, I feel completely relaxed, and my mom's severe confusion has pretty much totally resolved, although she still can't remember what happened on that Friday. I got a comment yesterday saying that if it were the commenter's mom, she would have taken her out and kept her at home until she could take her to a new place. I just want to say that would have been impossible for me, for a number of reasons. The most important is that if I had checked her out of rehab, it would have been very hard to get her placed in a new one. It was hard enough with changing rehabs when she was in the hospital. And I'm not qualified to provide the kind of care my mom needed at the time, even for one night. Bringing her home was just as risky as leaving her in Port Orange for one more day.

Anyway, the only traces left of her confusion is her recall of the name of Port Orange Rehab. Yesterday, when we talked about it, the only part of the name she could recall was "orange." She called it "Red Orange," "Orange Peel," and "Real Orange." Lol.

She was very happy to see Monet, though. Monet was happy to see her, too, although she had to check out every inch of the room.

After the visit, I went home and just relaxed. I played a little Dragon Age Inquisition, and just basked in the calming of my mind. Here's a video of a scene in Dragon Age that I found pretty funny, although sorta stupid. I know, my comments are juvenile and silly, but that was the mood yesterday, so I don't care. :)

Today, I will manage to do a little cleaning, as well as ordering Joe's school clothes (Voluisa county made the switch to uniforms this year--makes it easy). Hopefully, I'll make some time to work on my poem solve.

Have a great weekend.