FINALLY! Out of that hospital. DANG! Right into another one. It's been such a roller coaster ride trying to figure out whether Mom would be going to another hospital, an assisted living facility, or home to have outpatient rehabilitation. At 3:00pm they finally told us she got into a rehabilitation center at another hospital and would be leaving in an hour. It's supposed to be the best in the area for stroke recovery. But I was so disappointed when we got there. Just another hospital. I cried. I felt like I let Mom down. I know how badly she wanted to go home. She seemed to be alright with it, though. I know this really is the best place for her to begin her recovery. The neurologist said "she will be fine." It will take some work and patience. Probably several months, but she can do it. She will be able to regain her strength and speech. And her smile. At least her room is bigger. The nurse asked her several times if she wanted to put the hospital gown on. Mom just kept telling her "no." I'm grateful she can wear real clothes here and act like a normal person, not just a patient.
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It looks a lot bigger. That's the same kind of tv Grandpa has at dialysis. It is nice to see where she is.
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