We’re back in the hospital. I hope my mom slept well. I didn’t. My guess is my father didn’t either.
A small city of ancillary offices has grown around this hospital. There are physicians offices of every type, mostly in small standalone buildings. Law offices too. It’s the medical-industrial complex!
I am confused by our hospital system. There are volunteers all over this place. At the same time the CEO makes more than $2 million a year. That seems anti-intuitive at best.
My mom doesn’t want to be here. I can’t blame her. Who would?
Her IVs are off. She is lying in bed waiting. No one’s sure what she’s waiting for. I am not sure what the plans are for her release.
We need to speak to the physician’s assistant to understand more about what’s going on over the short term.
My dad and I visited a rehab facility yesterday. That seems the likely next step. She’s not ready to come directly home.
We are all in uncharted territory. Neither my dad nor I know what choices we’ll be given much less the decisions we’ll make.
Growing old is no fun.