My mom’s room is on the third floor of a community hospital. She is, as they say, resting comfortably. She is awake and reasonably alert. She wants to know when she can go home.
At a certain point in life it’s difficult to separate the impacts. Did my mom’s swoon to the floor have to do with the infection they’ve found or Alzheimer’s or something we don’t know?
We certainly don’t know what to do when she’s discharged. I’ve asked to speak to someone in social services.
There’s no training for this type of thing. There are no easy answers. Its especially tough on my dad.
I am glad to see my mother, but especially on Mother’s Day this isn’t where she or I want to be.