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Today is my mother's 33rd day in the hospital.
(Incidentally, she returned from her little psychotic vacation yesterday. When I went to visit she was happy and chipper, eating lunch, and wondering what all the fuss was about. She has only very vague memories of what has been going on over the last four days)
Her surgeon came to her this morning, and told her that they had done as much for there as they could, and that she would be discharged later this afternoon. His parting comment was, "Thanks for not croaking on me."
Right now I am waiting for a phone call letting me know that my mom is being picked up by an ambulance to be transported to the nursing home I selected for her rehab. It is 2 miles from my house, and on my way to work. It's highly rated, and on their last state survey they were found to have no deficiencies. Basically that means that they got a perfect score on their survey which addresses patient care, documentation, environment of care, safety, and so on. That is very rare.
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