03/17/2010

Let’s see now.

Mom is still in the hospital.  When she gets released from this hospital she will be moved to a rehabilitation hospital.  Her leg muscles have atrophied so much that she is barely able to help us do the lifting anymore.  The rehabilitation hospital will help her build some arm strength and hopeful teach us some new techniques for all this.  Lifting her is hard.  Her bed is 38 inches tall and she is a BBW.  It is not easy.  It never was, but because of the way her muscles are deteriorating its only getting worse.

She was very not happy about the going to rehab instead of coming home.  It took a long time for Brandy and me to get her calmed down.  The last time she was in a rehab hospital they just left her to sit in her wheel chair for seven or eight hours at a time.  You know at the very least, she is wearing a fucking diaper, you have to check that.  They were horrible.  I get not wanting to go back to a place like that again.

She had a social worker come talk to her too.  Supposedly we will be getting some help during the day to take care of her.  A physical therapist and an occupational therapist might come to the house weekly to help.  We’ll see about that.  The last physical therapist pulled up to the curb.  Sat in his car for 10 minutes and then drove away.  We found out later he charged the insurance for two visits doing that shit.  We got rid of him.  Dickbag.

I’ve got to get to homework.  I had other crap to write about, but I guess this will have to do.

Thank you so much for all your well wishes for Mom. 

Talk at y’all later.

Mandy

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