The Days are Just Packed
2345 Wed 03 Nov 2010
By 10am, Michele was asking everyone (nurses, techs, therapists, housekeeping, food service, volunteers, etc) in sight when she was going to be released from rehab jail and would be allowed to go home. All to no avail until noon when she hit upon a supervisor named Bill, who determined that Michele was a friend of Mary and Bruce H. Then it was smooth sailing. Bill tracked down everyone who needed to sign and initial all the forms and had everything waiting on the final signature by the admitting doctor.
The morning was filled with more evaluations and therapy. The afternoon was filled with analysis and recommendation reports. One very good bit of news is that they firmly believe that with a lot of work, Michele will be able to improve her speech and could eventually be able to read novels again. We will begin looking for a home therapist next week.
During the admitting doctor’s exit interview, he said that Michele’s progress was most remarkable. Last week he thought it would take her a week to rise to her current recovery level. He just did not know her as we do.
We arrived home just as the five o’clock rush hour traffic was peaking. And then had something most unusual--a really hot, not warm, hot dinner. Then, what else, of course, to bed and sleep.
We have a meeting Thursday with the oncologist to discuss the next treatment plan.
RKS
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