It's Sunday night and an ice storm is approaching. So says the weatherman. There's another storm brewing at my in-laws. Released from the hospital but unable to walk to the bathroom equals a literal shit storm. To be home or to be in a skilled facility? THAT is the question. There are varying opinions and my own is the minority. I just don't think it's safe enough at home not only for K but for the entire family trying so hard but beyond their reasonable own resources. It's not my decision to make though and therefore realize I can only be supportive of the current plan. I really hope getting a bedside bariatric commode will be enough for now and the PT people can work with her at home to increase her strength.
J has been off work the entire week and his guys have been covering but there is much that needs taken care of as always. We bought them each a box of specialty chocolates called gremlins. They are a local favorite made in J's hometown since he was a wee one. He even got an extra box for us! Hopefully the guys will find they are a sweet thank you and enjoy them. We each had one during the drive home but I swear my son's was twice the size of ours. He already had gotten a good gift card haul from the extended family Christmas that leaves my shopping drive drool and now he gets the gargantuan gremlin? -grumble grumble grumble-
For now, J & I are tucked in warm for the night, with all the hounds close, all our bellies are full, and we're praying for a restful night.
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