Well, it’s been a surprise to me at how well Dad seems to be adjusting to life in the nursing home. Since the second day he was there, he hasn’t been yelling at me about how he won’t stay. Yesterday, he said he was confused about the “if you need to stay longer” part when we were talking – we’ve all been approaching this with him as rehab-oriented and if he gets stronger and healthier he could possibly come home. He asked if it really was possible he might come home sometime, not like he’s insisting on it but more like he’s surprised about it. I know I can’t count on this continuing, but it’s looking like it’s possible we won’t have to go the guardianship route. I still need to go talk to the lawyer about options and what we need to do with the PoA but this could turn out to be easier than expected.
Physical therapy tells me that he is walking a little better. He still has a lot of trouble getting up and down from a chair. I’ve ordered some shoes for him in extra wide widths and PT will help decide what will actually work for him. One of the therapists was in his room yesterday labeling his closet and drawers. He was wearing his absent roommate’s jeans and insisting that they were his – but that’s not uncommon. He wet himself, however, and the poor therapist was trying to get him to change his clothes. I have to admit, it was damnned amusing.
He says he’s bored, but he actually does more there than he does at home. And he’s getting a foot massage every day to help keep the swelling down in his feet. No one is coming over and massaging my feet! I need to find some other things to take him to make his space a little more homey. Mom was easier. Dad says he doesn’t want stuffed animals or blankets. Hmmm.