Thank you!Wowzers -- so much talent.
Love the pansies (one of my favorite flowers, and the cow bell together
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I don't know who she was besides a model, but the painting is titled “The Easter Bonnet (Margherita)". It was painted sometime between 1940 and 1960.
Loooong day yesterday. I was at the hospital at 8:30am because I needed to talk to the hospitalist and someone from case management. The former didn't show until after 10, the latter finally called me after 12. Bed etc. to be delivered to my house by 3:45 (not acceptable) while the hospitalist said it probably would be delivered the same day. I explained that I couldn't go ahead with the discharge until I knew there was a bed there. "He's not a puppy, I can't just take him home and put him in a box!"
My sarcasm was wasted, I think.
I also voiced concern about Ron's agitation that led the hospital staff to put him in restraints. "Oh, that won't happen" says the all-knowing, omniscient physician.
Bed delivered at 2:30, good! Now we can get going!
Nurse came by with discharge papers about 3pm. Ron was dressed, happy, ready to go. Nurse gave him his meds early, to help us with transport and getting him settled at home. "We're just waiting on his prescriptions, pharmacy should be sending them shortly".
Thirty minutes, forty five minutes, an hour passed, no meds. The pharmacy said they were "on the way". Ron's night meds kicked in and he was out of it, woozy, before transport
Finally meds arrived, nurse brought a wheelchair and wheeled Ron to the entrance. He was so spaced out that he kept trying to get out of the wheelchair while it was moving. I brought the car to the main door, and we managed to get Ron in the seat.
I headed home, rush hour traffic, getting dark. It's 5pm. Yep, two hours after discharge. Ron's playing with everything he can reach while I am trying to pay attention to the other drivers.
We made it home without incident, thank You Lord.
When I got home Ron couldn't walk. It took two of us to get him up the steps and into the house, he was deadweight. Dropped the rail and lowered him onto the bed. About an hour later he said he was hungry, so we helped him to the kitchen table (10' away) and he ate. While our friend Bill stood by the table watching Ron I grabbed a clean sheet and pillow and made the bed. I got him back in the bed where he fidgited for a while before sleeping.
I spent the night in the recliner next to the bed, helped him out to toilet twice, but otherwise it was an uneventful night.
I won't be able to go back to work without an overnight sitter, or our son taking the overnight shift and me hiring a day sitter. Bill is not physically able to do more than minor assistance, but he has the baby monitor in his room, which is a BIG help.
I'm not sure of what tomorrow holds, but I do know Who holds tomorrow, and that helps so much.
Sorry for the long post, thanks for all the prayers and well wishes.
to you both...
