Most of our intellectual and spiritual energy these days is directed towards helping my MIL who just moved to a nursing home. She is 88 and has osteoporosis and COPD - a lousy combination. (She as already told the hospice social worker that she'd like to die before Xmas!)
The good news is that she likes the nursing home. It isn't perfect but the people are nice and the food is good. Those are two really important things! And we agree! The nurses and other staff seem really nice. I sure couldn't do their job but they seem to be fine helping all those folks who cannot help themselves. I really admire the job they do. The cooks, hidden away in the bowels of the facility, also seem to be doing a great job. Every meal I've seen has been appetizing looking, smelled good and the MIL likes them too. What's not to like?
Tomorrow we have a 'Care Plan Meeting' when we get to talk about how things are supposed to work. Things like: comfort; not overdosing on drugs; usage of the electric wheelchair; leaving the facility and tons of more stuff. The nursing home is a cross between a hospital, a jail and a home. It's a tough act to get right but we are trying. Here's hoping for the best.
All I have to say is that this isn't the retirement I was looking forward to!
BTW - Happy Pearl Harbor Day to anyone who remembers!
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