Keeping track of my mother in a hospital 3000 miles away isn't as easy as you might like it to be. When I talked to folks there this morning, they had a bed reserved for her in a rehab facility and she would be transferred there today.
I went on the internet and researched the rehab facility's phone number, called it and it is disconnected! So, I called the hospital to get their "real" number. On a hunch, I asked for her room and she's still in the hospital. This is in spite of the fact that she and my aunt had to fight to get her admitted for even one night. Confusing, no?
Anyway, the nurse last night told me that she specifically asked mom about her level of pain. According to her, mom told her it was a "5" on a scale of 1-10. Mom denies that completely. She says she told the nurse that it didn't hurt when she was lying down but was very painful when she sat up and tried to take a deep breath.
Oh, and mom she says she overheard a conversation from the nurses station to the effect that she couldn't be released until she could breathe without pain. This was this morning which is when I was told she was being moved. And only a few hours after they had to beg to get her admitted! I'm thinking you just keep calling and asking questions until you get an answer you like, LOL. However, when the answers change, that's puzzling.
Mom also said they have her on IV percoset. That's some fairly heavy duty stuff. So, that calls that whole "5" thing into question as well. The nurse made it sound like she would be fine in 2-3 days.
Based on that and the fact that we were dealing with "sore" and not broken or needs surgery, I made the decision not to go. After all, just to get from here to there, between plane and ground transportation, you burn a whole day. And I would have had to borrow hundreds of dollars which I am not in a position to repay. My aunt offered to give me a credit card # from my mother's purse. I checked with a client who has worked for the car rental agencies here for several years. The answer I got was that there would be no way I could rent a car without a credit card with a matching photo ID. A scrap of paper with 16 digits on it in someone else's name wouldn't have worked.
I will say that the people I've talked to at the hospital have all been very nice and polite and seemed to be doing their best to give me information. Like I told my mother, within any large organization, communication is always the hardest thing to manage. So, I think the people I've talked to may all know a small piece of the pie, or think they do, and they tell me what they think is going on. Kinda like the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing......... Typical, but not all that helpful. It would be nice if all those computers in hospitals made the sharing of information more efficient..........
But we shall see what tomorrow brings.
It's been an adventure digging in that freezer today. I have one more shelf to finish and then some odd stuff I haven't decided about yet. It's quite a mixture.
The last time I attempted this was not too long after Joe died. I was really scared in those days. Scared I'd lose my house. Scared there wouldn't be money for food. Scared I'd be sitting here with no heat and no electricity because I couldn't pay the bills. And, I kept a lot of stuff I should have pitched then. But God has proven Himself faithful! Yes, He has. I haven't missed a meal, I'm still in the house and all of the have-to bills have been paid. Late sometimes, but paid. So, this time I am able to approach the task without fear. And with the knowledge that some of this stuff is REALLY old. And in an emotional state that allows me to "reason", something I wasn't doing too well at after the emotional trauma.
I am pulling out things that were labeled by Joe. Joe's been gone 34 months now. If he labeled the package, then whatever it is is most likely at least 3 years old. Stuff doesn't last that long and stay edible in the freezer. I've been pulling things out of there that are mystery meat of some kind, unlabeled. I RARELY do that, with the possible exception being chicken. That's pretty distinguishable because of the shapes involved so sometimes I don't label it. So, I'm pretty sure the stuff with no label is left over from 3 years ago. There is stuff in there from stores at which I don't shop. For example, Joe was a big fan of Albertson's. I am not. So, if I pull out something from Albertson's, I pretty well know it is at least 3 years old. And, so the process goes. I pulled out some vegetarian stuff. I know this came from DD's house when it was discovered that DGS2 has Celiacs. Joe was still alive then and would have threatened revolution if I'd tried to feed that to him. He ate it when we went to her house to be polite, but that was pretty much his limit. I thought I could talk him into it, but that was a total no-go. He was a meat and potatoes (and PLENTY of both) all the way kind of guy.The oldest thing I've found so far had a sell by date of 2006! Yep, that's gone, LOL.
I feel like I'm on another version of an archeological dig. Or, maybe in training for some sort of investigative assignment. Like it's a test: "See how much old, inedible stuff you can find. If you find it all, you pass." Anyway, there should be plenty of room for organizing when this process is done, LOL.
So, so far, I have 7 copy paper boxes full of stuff I'll probably keep, and one cooler. And I have 5 plastic bags (grocery store size or somewhat larger ones) filled with stuff that has to go away. I really do hate wasting food. It upsets me so much because I know there are folks out there that are hungry. But, it's time to stop wrapping myself in a cocoon of food I can't or shouldn't eat and get some better quality stuff in here. I guess my body deserves that. At least, I'm going to act like it does.
I haven't mentioned today that it is Halloween. Well, yes, it is. I have no candy to give out. I have some baked goods in the freezer that I made recently. Many years ago, you could have given something like that out and it would have been well received. But, I think with all the crazies in the world that like to poison or maim children, most folks wouldn't let their kids eat that stuff anyway these days. That crazy stuff was just starting when DD was a kid, but I wouldn't have let her eat anything like that.
Our church is just a block away and they always have some sort of family event each year. When Joe was alive, we contributed candy to that and put up a sign to go there. However, now they are charging admission. I think that is just wrong! The whole idea is a community outreach so why are we charging the community for admission? And though our contributions were sometimes pretty measley, I would have even less to contribute this year. So, I'm sitting here in the dark, LOL. I feel bad about that but at least I don't have to deal with trying to lock the dogs up somewhere or trying to get past two relatively large dogs dancing expectantly in front of the door. A person could get hurt that way!
The other day, I was celebrating that someone from my DGC's day care facility was going to come by and pick up a bunch of gallon milk containers I've been saving for them. The day we arranged for that was today. I guess we were both kinda silly. I'm sure she probably has kiddos who would want to go trick or treating but it must have slipped her mind that Halloween was Thursday. And I was no smarter or I'd have caught it and double checked it with her! Well, I guess I'll keep those containers a few days longer, LOL.