Three weeks folks. That's the amount of time they expect my mom to be in inpatient rehab. Who knew?? We didn't. Both my dad and I are completely surprised. I think we were both expecting a few months, but apparently they have different plans. Seeing as how neither of us have any experience in this rehab business, it's not that shocking that we didn't know this, but we had both mentally prepared for her to be there for at least a few months. The way it works is that "her team" sets a goal and each week they reassess if the release date will be reachable. I know there a ton of questions, none of which I can answer right now. For instance, who is this "team"? Why three weeks? How do they KNOW she's ready to leave inpatient? My dad will meet the team on Tuesday and hopefully learn a whole lot more, but until then "three weeks" is all I know.
As far as "how she's doing," she's been working hard with all the different rehab specialists. Speech, OT, PT, psychologist etc. She sat up on the side of the bed today and didn't need any assistance to stay there, which is a huge step.
Today she also got to finally take off that less than flattering gown and put on normal clothes. No saying what the outfit looks like as my dad and Rick were responsible for the ensemble. I have to believe it's better than the business in the front, party in the back look that she's been forced to rock for the last month and a half.
OH, I also know that they took her trach out! The doctor just came in, announced the trach was coming out and after Rick excused himself so that he didn't faint, they just popped it right out. Clearly, they're feeling pretty good about her breathing. Now we just need to get her eating. Maybe we can finally get her some damn ice cream since they've been promising it to her for a while. I think she deserves it, don't you? And none of that fat free crap, I'm talking about the real deal.
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