No New Knee News

Jess had easy therapy early this morning, then time off while the staff had a meeting. Later in the afternoon he had a group physical therapy session, then the one-on-one. That’s when things get intense, and Jess dreads those sessions. He can walk pretty well, but when they want him to do the exercises to flex that leg back I guess it gets pretty ouchy.

And I don’t know if it’s the food or his appetite, but Jess still isn’t eating a lot. It’s to the point nothing sounds good to either one of us. For Jess, I think the fact the food leaves a lot to be desired is compounded by the fact he’s laying around in bed so much. Over at the “regular” hospital there was a recliner he could get in, but here it’s the bed or a wheelchair.

We were hopeful we’d hear today what his discharge date is since they had their big staff meeting, but no such luck. I suppose since we didn’t it’s not likely we’ll get to go home tomorrow, but we’re definitely ready to escape purgatory.

There is no rest, no peace in this place. Noise! People! Just a constant grating on the nerves. It’s even getting to Jess, and he’s much more sociable than I am. It’s like an anthill that’s been stirred with a stick around here. Just constantly boiling over with activity.

There is nowhere to go to escape. With medical personnel, cleaning staff, food service workers, maintenance workers and who knows what else – somebody is doing something no matter where you go. You can’t even hide in a restroom without someone wanting to come in and clean it!

So where I want to go is home. I told Jess if they don’t let him go home by Friday I may have a psychotic episode and it won’t be pretty. You can’t get any rest here. No home cooking. He can do the same sort of exercises they do in occupational therapy and group therapy at home. The one thing he gets here he can’t get at home is the one-on-one therapy session, but he can get that on an out-patient basis within 10 miles of home.

Home. It’s time to go home.