Mum gets a post all of her own, as depending on what I think of her and her situation, really, enough is enough and the old girls should be let home soon.
But, as in most things, life has other ideas.
First the good news: her C Diff infection is under control now, and the ward is very happy with her progress. She is in a different room now, one not at the end of a corridor through two sets of double doors, but still on her own. She is upbeat, which is good, as she thinks she can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Only she lost her voice yesterday. Nothing to worry about, but no transfer back to Ward 2 again. And the discharge she hear mention at the end of last week was just discharge from ward 16, not from hospital. That kind of decision might still be weeks away, with the real possibility of her being in hospital over Christmas, which will then be over three months away from home.
Plans are afoot for our next trip back to Suffolk, although the need for that joint trip have now receded, one of us will have to go on Friday.
She is more mobile, but even with that, there is no guarantee she will be ever fit enough to live in her own house again. Her occupational therapist will make that decision in due course. If it is deemed sh cannot live in her house, then she will not be allowed to leave hospital until a place is found in a home. What we can say is that each day that decision gets closer, and if she does go home, then once the care package runs out, what will she be able to do for herself? No one really knows, least of all Mum. We all kid ourselves as to what we are really like.
Come Friday I should have a more accurate picture on what the next few days and weeks have in store. This one could run and run.
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