Mom went into the hospital last Monday after a fall. We heard first that she broke her hip. And then that she had a slight bleed on the brain. A CAT scan showed that the break was an old one. They were able to narrow the time of injury down — it could have happened any time from six weeks to six or more years ago. I guess only Star Trek or CSI gets more precise than that. Paging Grissom and McCoy, stat.
It's been a week.
The bleed on the brain isn't being called a stroke, but it seems to have some stroke symptoms — her right arm and right leg (and the right hip again) are the most affected. She started declining hospital food and demanding to go home pretty much from the start. When I come in to visit she'll eat for me (but very little). Sometimes she'll eat for certain nurses. When she feels like it.
It's been a week.
We don't plan on force-feeding her, and vetoed a feeding tube. We are hoping that the new environment of the nursing home and different food may stimulate her appetite. The intention is fr her to have rehab. Hopefully they can get her up and walking again, as she's been in a bed since she came to the hospital. For a week.
Discharge is planned for tomorrow. As much as I am making decisions, I feel helpless. Numb. Mom is really in charge. Everyone here at the hospital has been very helpful and friendly, but I'm ready for the next step.
It's been a week.
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Sorry--I just caught up with the news of your mom's fall. So sorry about all she (and you) are going through as a result. Bonnie and I will be surrounding you all with white light.
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