It has been two weeks today that I came home from the hospital. As I have said before, things just keep getting better - health-wise.
Starting in mid-April my school has been out on Fridays. I have not really been able to enjoy those Fridays yet, but tomorrow I'm looking forward to having energy and time to get some things done. The first Friday I had off, was right after my surgery. I did diddly that day. Last Friday I had off, but I had to go to WF to do some Mom things.
Mom wants to move to a different independent living place. Nothing new there! Many of her friends are now moving to Presbyterian Manor. It is a very nice place. In fact, last summer when we were looking at places, we looked there. I told Mom then that PM was the best place. BUT, they don't allow dogs in the apartments. They do allow dogs in the cottages. It happens that they have a couple of cottages open right now, but they are several blocks from the main building and dining area and social activities. My mom can't walk that far - mentally or physically. Even she recognized that it would be hard on her. If Mom would move inside the building - one of their very nice apartments - all would be cool. It is her dog that holds my mom back. Now she is talking about moving to another elderly living place - the one where her new boyfriend lives. Good grief!
There are so many thoughts that go into deciding which elderly living place is right for the needs of your elderly person. Someone needs to write a book on all the different type places - independent, assisted, special care, etc. How much care? Meals are a big issue. It is overwhelming. It is also tough. My mom is not happy, but what she wants and what is best for her may be two different things.
So tomorrow, I want my Friday. I want to - in the words of Wallace and Gromit - get organized!