Hospital fling

Mother had PT and hated it, but apparently did very well. They didn't have her do it in the afternoon. Her friend, Betty, came in while Betty herself was in hospital. Her daughter Patsy was there. Betty is unsure about moving to rehab hospital. Mother seemed optimistic.

She was in good spirits, but was very sore. She liked her first meal today -- veggie lasagna. She favors the diabetic sweets though, pudding, cheesecake. She did more time on the auto bending machines. Her pain is less, but her work is greater. She is to move more and has a series of exercises that she is to do. She has a tendency not to do them. I believe that she now realizes that the PT (physical therapists) are not the enemy, but rather assisting and insisting.

She hasn't really slept, so that hopefully is in the works tonight. She doesn't watch TV as much of it is crud and crude. She gets pestered at least every hour, usually more often.

Father, needing a break, went golfing today. The weather was continually misty today, but they all went. He was to follow that with poker. He hinted that he may not make it all night, but would try. He is still looking groggy and sleepy.

I found the hospital courtesy wi-fi helpful.

I haven't slept well, but have higher hopes tonight. I started blinking around 12 something last night, but this morning it felt like a large stone on me, holding me fast to my bed. This come, leave, come, leave bit doesn't make it any better. When she's off the ICU, I'll rest better. Visitors will get to stay. Her blood pressure is still too high, she's still getting nitro drip -- increased tonight, and her blood sugar is 200 + every reading.

She'll be here for a while.