Yesterday I was doing a lot better mentally than the day before. That is, until we got the message that the hospital were planning on releasing him in a couple of days.
This message led to several reactions.
One was pure anger. The hospital ensured us that they would keep him until there was no more improvement. We were seeing a lot of improvement just visiting him every other day. So why release him.
Secondly, a discussion on how to act further. For one, the way things are now, he cannot return home without modifications. We spoke to contracters and the fire department to see what can be modified so he can get into the house with a wheelchair or walker.
Today we spend a lot of time hauling all the old stuff to Salvation Army and the recycling center.
Around two o’clock we had a phone conference with the hospital discussing David’s situation. The hospital seems to prognose his release in 1,5 to 2 weeks. Big sigh relief there.
It turns out David is progressing fairly fast and needs to move on to the next stage. The problem is the only rehabilitation center in Pendleton is the place his mother died after several incidents of neglect.
So now we are looking at options for home improvement and temporary solutions. The last 36 hours have felt like a week. Stress has been sky high and is now back to acceptable levels.
I just hope for a swift recovery of David, so that he (and all of us) can get back in calmer waters.
Today I am suffering the most lethargic mood I have had in a while. It’s like someone spiked my cereal with Prozac this morning. There is simply very little that seems to cheer me up.