Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Huge Changes at the Last Minute
Yesterday, Dad's physical therapist told me he isn't safe to live by himself, so in a flurry of paperwork I arranged for him to move into the assisted-living place (at least with basic stuff like a bed and clothing; we can move the rest more slowly, since we're keeping his old place through February) on Saturday evening after Fran leaves. I'm rounding up friends -- and hoping that one has a truck! -- for this task.
Also yesterday, my sister told me that she and her husband had decided to give Mom one more go at rehabilitation before going the hospice route. But this morning, Mom's getting more medical attention at the hospital. My sister had noticed that Mom was grimacing in pain and talked the hospital into doing back x-rays: Mom has three new compression fractures. A nurse sat down with Liz and suggested that Mom's dizziness and fall might have been from a stroke, so she called in a neurologist, who's evidently, in my sister's words, "very alarmed" about Mom's status and is ordering all kinds of tests.
The neurologist is worried because Mom clearly sees Liz but doesn't respond, instead closing her eyes, and also because she has "marked bilaterial" something-or-other, a technical phrase my sister couldn't remember but that indicates very abnormal reflexes.
Poor Mom, having to go through a bunch of new tests!