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beansideIt's Thursday, and that means that it's dad's discharge day. Not looking forward to today at all. We were going to have an ambulance bring him home, but it turns out that Medicare doesn't pay for that, so we're going to have to do it. Jess went over last night and visited, and saw some of his PT, and it didn't sound horribly promising. He can get up from the bed and get into a chair, possibly walk a little, but how much is questionable.
I went to our local pharmacy and got a new wheelchair, narrower that will actually fit through our back door. My plan, as it stands, is to get him home, put him in the chair and push him up the ramp. Once we get on the back porch, I'll let him try to walk (With the chair right behind him). If he can get into the house, awesome. If not, Jess and I will have to haul him over the sill, which will suck. I'm hoping he can do the ten steps up the ramp and over the sill. Once we're inside, he can either walk to his chair or we'll push him over to his recliner. All in all, it's going to suck, but we shall have to deal.
Once we get him home, the fun begins. Yesterday he had me so frustrated and angry on the phone that I yelled "fuck you." He called, and we were discussing his discharge, and all the work Jess had done around the living room to clean it up. He immediately got on my ass about not also fixing the wheelchair ramp. I pointed out, yet again, that none of us are able bodied enough to do that, and we're trying to find a contractor. He said he was sure Lowes would cut the boards for us, and I yelled fuck you. I don't think he heard me, though.
I am so fucking angry at him. He's been in the rehab for 3 fucking weeks. If he had been willing to put in the effort, this could all be so easy! I don't know how I'm going to do wit him for the next two days, honestly, because I am just incandescently furious. In the hospital he told the PT eval that he wanted to get stronger to "reduce caregiver burden," but that was obviously total bullshit. He cares about no one but himself. and he's a whiny toddler. I just don't want to see his face, because I'm going to want to smack it or scream in it.
Hopefully, by the time we get back, I've settled down some. Maybe 9 days away will bank the flames of anger a bit. Maybe Mickey Mouse will work some buckwild magic and I'll be in charity with the whole human race. Or, maybe I'll have another ulcer by June. We will have to see.
But we're less than 35 hours from departure. Tomorrow around noon, we will go pick up the rental car, and start stuffing it full of luggage. I ordered card wallets to make things easier, but they're due to come on Friday, so I'm giving 70% odds that they come before we leave.
I still feel a little bad about dumping dad and dog and cat on my sister, but OMG, we need a break. She's been more gung ho about us going than I have been, telling us "you're going" repeatedly.
I booked the hotel room over 350 days ago, and upgraded to the package in June. It didn't feel like it would ever get here. But it has. One more sleep, and I'm going to be hopping in the car to drive 13.5 hours (over 2 days!) to somewhere I haven't been since I was 3. The most Magical Place on Earth. And god, I could use some magic!
Okay, going to consider putting on pants and a bra. Have a wonderful Thursday!
I went to our local pharmacy and got a new wheelchair, narrower that will actually fit through our back door. My plan, as it stands, is to get him home, put him in the chair and push him up the ramp. Once we get on the back porch, I'll let him try to walk (With the chair right behind him). If he can get into the house, awesome. If not, Jess and I will have to haul him over the sill, which will suck. I'm hoping he can do the ten steps up the ramp and over the sill. Once we're inside, he can either walk to his chair or we'll push him over to his recliner. All in all, it's going to suck, but we shall have to deal.
Once we get him home, the fun begins. Yesterday he had me so frustrated and angry on the phone that I yelled "fuck you." He called, and we were discussing his discharge, and all the work Jess had done around the living room to clean it up. He immediately got on my ass about not also fixing the wheelchair ramp. I pointed out, yet again, that none of us are able bodied enough to do that, and we're trying to find a contractor. He said he was sure Lowes would cut the boards for us, and I yelled fuck you. I don't think he heard me, though.
I am so fucking angry at him. He's been in the rehab for 3 fucking weeks. If he had been willing to put in the effort, this could all be so easy! I don't know how I'm going to do wit him for the next two days, honestly, because I am just incandescently furious. In the hospital he told the PT eval that he wanted to get stronger to "reduce caregiver burden," but that was obviously total bullshit. He cares about no one but himself. and he's a whiny toddler. I just don't want to see his face, because I'm going to want to smack it or scream in it.
Hopefully, by the time we get back, I've settled down some. Maybe 9 days away will bank the flames of anger a bit. Maybe Mickey Mouse will work some buckwild magic and I'll be in charity with the whole human race. Or, maybe I'll have another ulcer by June. We will have to see.
But we're less than 35 hours from departure. Tomorrow around noon, we will go pick up the rental car, and start stuffing it full of luggage. I ordered card wallets to make things easier, but they're due to come on Friday, so I'm giving 70% odds that they come before we leave.
I still feel a little bad about dumping dad and dog and cat on my sister, but OMG, we need a break. She's been more gung ho about us going than I have been, telling us "you're going" repeatedly.
I booked the hotel room over 350 days ago, and upgraded to the package in June. It didn't feel like it would ever get here. But it has. One more sleep, and I'm going to be hopping in the car to drive 13.5 hours (over 2 days!) to somewhere I haven't been since I was 3. The most Magical Place on Earth. And god, I could use some magic!
Okay, going to consider putting on pants and a bra. Have a wonderful Thursday!
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