get set . . .
PT started his work, and wondered what had been done in Rehab. I had heard both from the Rehab and visitors, that much had been done. I suspected it was more a loss of nutrition.
OT starts her work, and almost cries at the purple across Mom's arms.
The Nurse weighs her with me, on the scale in the kitchen. I balance Mom, and she reads the scale, (I couldn't possibly do both!). BP low side of normal, ankles improving, lung sounds good.
Jim and Dave build the Deck so I can get Mom out the front door and to the OLD MD office.
|yep, that's Jack and Pepper|
|and wheels . . . COOL!|
|She's going OUT!|