It is Thursday, and I am still in the hospital. I think I could go home if there was someone there to help me. But since that is not the case, I have applied to go to a nursing home. The Social Worker is busy trying to find one that has room for me. No idea where or when. Could be today. Could be tomorrow. But soon.
This way, when I do head home, I will be better able to live by myself.
I look in on the house everyday. No one has broken in and all of my stuff is still there. I miss the simple things like being able to get out of bed and pee without having to push a button, wait for help to arrive... getting suited up with belts and socks to walk the 6 or 8 feet to the toilet. I understand the reasoning, but I know that I am the different one who would be fine. Just a real pain the the knee!
OK.... things are moving and so am I. The Social Worker just came in and I am going to Ephrata Manor. The nursing home is a nice one from what I can see and is close to one of my friends, so I am hoping to see her more often.
Things will be moving quickly, so let me get this posted so I can get packing.
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