Medical update – 032109

There really hasn’t been much news for the past few days, so I’ve given my fingers a little rest.  On Thursday, I delivered the required preliminary paperwork to Clapps Nursing Center and short of actually getting Mom in there, my work was done.  On Friday, I took the folks to CNC for a tour.  They both liked it, and Mom felt positive about it in her spirit.

CNC does many of its discharges over the weekends, so we’re hoping that Mom will slip right in on Monday or Tuesday to get started.  I will then endeavor to learn the routine of the place to determine how best to support her and spend my time.

BTW, don’t try to find a website for Clapps.  They don’t have one.  They also don’t have a marketing department.  Or people who do advertising.  They have none of those things.  What they do have is word-of-mouth.  For some 60 years, they’ve been doing what they do with excellence, and the word gets around.  They’ve grown into this huge, beautiful place with lots of well-qualified staff.  The founder turned 95 last week.  She lives there, and she is still very much an active part of the momentum of the place.

As for M&P, I’ll tell two stories.  One: they’ve been sunning themselves on the Wagon Wheel Ranch front porch each afternoon since Wednesday.  Pop wheels Mom down in the wheelchair.  And, Two: Pop endeavored to give Mom some wheelchair driving lessons today.  For about 30 minutes, he patiently talked her through it: “Now push your arms forward.  Now bring them back up to the top of the wheels.  Now push forward again.  Now push just the right wheel to turn left…”  You get the idea.  She has almost no arm strength at all, so progress was snail-like.  Still, the picture was kind of a cute one.  I was touched.  Mom was exhausted.

Mom is still acting independently (getting up without seeking able-bodied assistance).  My next report will likely be the day she is admitted to CNC — unless she’s admitted to Moses Cone first after having fallen again.

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