Wednesday, September 15, late afternoon and the transport ambulance shows up, except it's a full rescue ambulance. WTF?!?
Turns out, having a heart attack makes life different. She was only being transported about eight miles to her Skilled Nursing and Rehab billet, but transport is stressful. Stressful and heart attack do not play well together. Transport is full rescue and the EMTs are heart-qualified.
So-o-o-o... Laura now resides in a pretty nice skilled nursing and rehab facility. Unlike the last facility, this one has enough staff to do nursing, care, physical therapy, etc., and do them immediately or when scheduled. Having a problem every hour or two? OK then, this young lady has been assigned to monitor her calls, Sir. The nurse did a workup yesterday, found a small skin breakthrough, and left. When she came back, Laura had a special "air wave" mattress on the way... at significant expense, but insurance will cover it.
Laura went through a pretty bad decline Labor Day Monday night. When I went home, she was in excellent spirits, holding conversations and tracking what was going on. Tuesday morning, that Laura was gone, and a Laura who could barely be persuaded to say one word in two hours emerged. By Wednesday she couldn't swallow, and on Monday this week a feeding tube was ordered. That was installed Tuesday evening, and she came out of the anesthetic talking like she was on Labor Day. But she began to decline again, and has just today she was once again holding conversations.
It's been an up-down-over-and-around two weeks, but she seems to be in a good place this time, and people seem to care. My son lives about six or eight blocks from it, and will be available for first calls at night if any are needed.
Things were bad. They got better. Then they got worse. Now they're a little better again. More to come