I'm ready to head home, I don't know how the Dr.'s feel or what the P.T. 's think, I only know how I feel inside. I'm tired of hearing moaning ( only occasionally) from someone reliving memories--I guess.
I'm tired of fighting to hear my own television because my roomie struggles to hear hers on a higher decibel. I'm tired of the food, that right now is fighting amongst my innards whether it will stay or it will go.
I wanna go to my next home.
The difference with the big picture here is I have a choice until my next order comes in from my medical professionals.
I feel bad complaining about little things while there are folks here who rarely receive a phone call from loved ones or are going through rough patches that I surmise, will not end. My guess is this is a normal thing and I have a matter of days before my stay will end.
(Phase 3 will start....Phase 1 was the hospital and 2 is where I"m at now).
Be that as it may no matter where I end up and when, I know this too shall pass and I still have a lot of work to do. I am very fortunate no matter what my feelings are that I can at least go through these things and that I have loved ones that care.
For those of you who are reading this and have a family member in a nursing home and you haven't seen them in a while, I want you to think of how it would feel if the shoe was on the other foot.
Can you even imagine how lonely a place like this gets..I didn't until I had to come in here for rehab and it is eye opening........there are many faces in the hallway..... but like my roomie says and she is 95.....you do the same thing over and over...it gets tiring....
Call or go and visit and if you don't have family in there then volunteer to be a friend.
