2:30 PM. Ambulance transport is due In one hour.
The skilled nursing and recovery center I arrive to yesterday evening on promises of the bowel care that functions for me, has reversed their position on the matter.
This leaves me a day down in my health, and back to square one with the hospital discharge efforts of the previous week.
This brief text to Dr. Mike this morning summarizes the journey here so far:
“ Definitely still figuring out the situation here:
Loud TV [of nightmarish content] all night, no antibiotics, no functional call button, no bed controls, no breakfast yet. Still awaiting doctors orders for bowel program.”
They didn’t get much better from there. Continued broken promises from the admissions officer, culminating in the final disappointment bringing us to this moment.
Meanwhile aunt Mary and Elisa have been generously organizing to help prepare the house for sale and Ahlea has begun the efforts of locating subsequent living.
My capacity to function from within this place has been dramatically limited.Poor cell service in combination with an inability to choose when and for how long I have access to my phone has made work in possible and communication strained at best.
If I can survive this treacherous waters, the post Mortem dBrief should be rather profound.
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God gets to know things, we just get to ask questions…