Soon to be sprung
Alas, it is not soon to be spring, despite being 43F when I got home today. Also, it should be in the 40s tomorrow, and around freezing next week, but yeah, not spring. Not for a while.
However, it's been a while since my grandfather's been home, three months in fact, and his Medicaid runs out on the 31st. Therefore, he has to be released, whether he (and we) is really ready for it or not.
...That sounds awkward, but I'm going with it.
Mom and her brother, at the very least, had a meeting last night with the rehab place. She got home late enough that I didn't talk to her about it yesterday, and she didn't talk too much about it today because she's pretty tired and started saying weird stuff. Like...oh, I'll save it for the end. But I've known that they want to do a home visit before he goes home permanently, and that is scheduled for next Wednesday, so that there is time to get anything he needs before he goes home and stays home. Mom's not sure if she'll go, if she'll call in sick, what have you; I think she's still arranging it with at least one of her brothers. She'd like the older of the two to spend the night since he's not working. That's all I've really learned, but at least we have a date--he has to be out by 11 AM on February 1st, Super Bowl Sunday. It sounds like he's checking out of a hotel. Leave the keys on the dresser and the beds unmade.
So, my mom. Her Us Weekly came today, the entirety of the mail, and she was reading something about Meghan Trainor and her brain was completely doing weird things. Like, when reading about "mold on her campus" causing a persistent cough for three years, mom thought it was a body part. And later, something about being "monkey bar queen" made mom wonder what sort of bar that was. Then she saw it had to do with preschool. Yeah, not the drinky sort of bar, mom. She gets up for something and mentions some place with mom as something they'd talked about at the meeting. I went, A Place for Mom? I've seen commercials for that with Joan Lunden. My mom was like, no, no, it's something else... She grabs her purse and pulls out her notes and scans them and can't find the appropriate thing for a few moments, then goes, A Place for Mom. ...Yeah. She then starts explaining what she thinks it is, like moms come over and take care of him, and I go, no, it's elder care; it's not necessarily mothers taking care of people. It's care *for* your mom, who is older and needs help. Mom is insistent that I'm not right. My father comes into the room from elsewhere and immediately goes--without having heard the rest of the conversation--no, it's caring for the elderly. See, he's seen the ads too. (And, honestly, as soon as I saw them I immediately thought of our situation.) My mother just wasn't getting it. Well, and with her brain not comprehending much more than hot cocoa with whipped cream, we ended the conversation there. She'll likely look into it tomorrow. But it sounds like my younger uncle is going to sign my grandfather up for Life Alert--yes, the "I've fallen and I can't get up" people. So, that's something.
However, it's been a while since my grandfather's been home, three months in fact, and his Medicaid runs out on the 31st. Therefore, he has to be released, whether he (and we) is really ready for it or not.
...That sounds awkward, but I'm going with it.
Mom and her brother, at the very least, had a meeting last night with the rehab place. She got home late enough that I didn't talk to her about it yesterday, and she didn't talk too much about it today because she's pretty tired and started saying weird stuff. Like...oh, I'll save it for the end. But I've known that they want to do a home visit before he goes home permanently, and that is scheduled for next Wednesday, so that there is time to get anything he needs before he goes home and stays home. Mom's not sure if she'll go, if she'll call in sick, what have you; I think she's still arranging it with at least one of her brothers. She'd like the older of the two to spend the night since he's not working. That's all I've really learned, but at least we have a date--he has to be out by 11 AM on February 1st, Super Bowl Sunday. It sounds like he's checking out of a hotel. Leave the keys on the dresser and the beds unmade.
So, my mom. Her Us Weekly came today, the entirety of the mail, and she was reading something about Meghan Trainor and her brain was completely doing weird things. Like, when reading about "mold on her campus" causing a persistent cough for three years, mom thought it was a body part. And later, something about being "monkey bar queen" made mom wonder what sort of bar that was. Then she saw it had to do with preschool. Yeah, not the drinky sort of bar, mom. She gets up for something and mentions some place with mom as something they'd talked about at the meeting. I went, A Place for Mom? I've seen commercials for that with Joan Lunden. My mom was like, no, no, it's something else... She grabs her purse and pulls out her notes and scans them and can't find the appropriate thing for a few moments, then goes, A Place for Mom. ...Yeah. She then starts explaining what she thinks it is, like moms come over and take care of him, and I go, no, it's elder care; it's not necessarily mothers taking care of people. It's care *for* your mom, who is older and needs help. Mom is insistent that I'm not right. My father comes into the room from elsewhere and immediately goes--without having heard the rest of the conversation--no, it's caring for the elderly. See, he's seen the ads too. (And, honestly, as soon as I saw them I immediately thought of our situation.) My mother just wasn't getting it. Well, and with her brain not comprehending much more than hot cocoa with whipped cream, we ended the conversation there. She'll likely look into it tomorrow. But it sounds like my younger uncle is going to sign my grandfather up for Life Alert--yes, the "I've fallen and I can't get up" people. So, that's something.