This pencil drawing, done by my late twin brother's wife, Lori, was from a picture of my Mom taken in 1935 when she was an adorable 4-year old. Now she's an adorable nearly 80-year old on the mend at a rehab facility
Mom’s in rehab. Becki, Gail and I checked out a rehab facility earlier today and fell in love with it. At about 3:30 this afternoon, the ambulance crew showed up to transfer to the rehab place. She asked me to ride along with her in the ambulance and I was happy to do so. Kept up a running line of smack talk with one of the attendants who is a fan.
We got Muz situated, and it is a GREAT FACILITY!!! One of the nurse’s came in to introduce herself to Muz and said, “YOU are a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!!!” Becki and I voted her our favorite that instant.
So, the grand problem is solved for now. Muz is not fighting rehab. Now she just needs to buckle down and get it done so she can get back to where she can transfer from chair to potty to bed, etc. She seems to understand the importance of it, and it’s a huge load off of everyone’s mind. And it means Gail and I can start for home on Friday.
Although I know SOMEONE who will miss Gail VERY much.