Mom got moved into the nursing home yesterday. She was supposed to be transferred at 10:30AM and made it at 2PM.
When I walked into the room in the morning the first thing that hit me was the starkness of the place. I’m thinking…mmmmmmm maybe I could do something to make it more homey. I went to her apartment and picked up some silk flowers to spruce up the place a bit. I unpacked her bags and arranged the flowers in the rooms. Much better, I thought appraising the room.
I went to Wal-Mart and purchased the sweat pants they said she would need for her therapy, grabbed the usual quarter pounder and diet coke for lunch.
I went back to the nursing home, she still wasn’t there. Filled out a ream of paperwork to complete her admission. Still no Mom. I sat out in the car for a while. Finally the transport vehicle arrived and unloaded Mom. I gave them an opportunity to get her in the room, as I wasn’t up to hearing her scream during the process of getting her into bed.
When I walked into the room the nurses were assessing her leg. Lucky me, I got to hear her scream anyway. Then Mom saw me. ‘WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM’ she screamed. The nurse told her, ‘she’s been here taking care of your business all morning.’
3:00PM I have a 6 hour drive ahead of me, I’m exhausted and depressed. I tell Mom ‘I have to go Mother, Elaine will be here in less than an hour, try to rest.’ She says to me, ‘thank you so much for all you’ve done, I don’t know how I’d have made it through this without you.’