Mum was due home on Friday last. Thursday, I went, after working all morning, and cleaned her house, and made a few "adustments" as suggested by the OT. I removed the bedside locker that had been my dad's and shifted the bed about 18 inches closer to the window, to give mum plenty of room to manoeuvre from bed to commode etc. with her walking frame. She was given two frames: A standard size one and a narrow one for using upstairs. I hurt my back (ongoing damage, but flares up into a spasm now and then) shifting the furniture. But at least it was done, and I vacuumed everywhere.
On the way home on Thursday evening, I thought I'd drop in for a quick visit with mum. And there she was, bags packed, coat on. "Where are you off to?" I asked. "Home!" she says. "They said I can go home today." "But", I said "I was told you would be discharged
tomorrow! I'm only on my way home now, and was going to collect you in the morning and take you home!" "Well, they told me I am going home today!" So, off I go in search of the staff nurse, and sad "Um, mum says she's going home? Today, and not tomorrow, as I'd been told?" The nurse looked at me, and said "You're ****'s daughter, aren't you? Yes, she was supposed to go home tomorrow, but she told us that you were coming to collect her this afternoon, to take her home."
So, it seems mum decided she was going on Thursday. Told the staff that I had said I was coming to collect her, and told me that the staff said she was being discharged!
Anyway, it worked out fine. She's home, and she's good! (so far!). Stair lift is working very well for her, and she is being good about using her frames. I've had her on a couple of outings, which she really enjoyed, even though for one, we used the wheelchair.
Meanwhile, I've been busily helping dau too, as her pregnancy reaches the home stretch. Over the weekend, I have dehydrated buckets of apple slices, which to my little grandson, are better than any sweeties! And back last Spring, she had enthusiastically sown a lot of beetroot, but now, was not able to deal with them! So, I've bottled them for her in a sweet/sour spiced vinegar syrup.
Looks like life is returning to somewhat resembling normal. The only thing is, mum can't carry the bowl of her commode to the loo to empty it in the mornings, so I now
have to go in every day, at least briefly, to do that. And she can't manage her vacuum cleaner either (a cordless one), so I run around with that. Still, it's a small price to pay for seeing her so happy to be home!