It’s been three weeks since my aunt was hospitalized for the first time, and she’s been in the nursing home/rehab facility for a week now.
She’s utterly exhausted, mentally as much as physically, from living in a facility where there is no rest from constant noise and negotiation with overworked nursing staff for basic care.
I’m also exhausted from worry, financial and health-related uncertainty, worries about what will happen when she comes home, and, after two weeks spent in a hotel and two-and-a-half weeks spent alone at home, I’m pretty bloody lonely in an empty condominium.
We have a week to go (hopefully) in terms of Aunt Annie’s institutionalization. Our insurance coverage runs out on Thursday, October 20th, and the nursing home is essentially dumping her out upon the world six days from now.
Continue reading Three weeks in