Life seems to have revolved around hospitals recently.
Whale was admitted to the Centre for Re-Education for intensive physio on April 27th. However, during his stay he was taken to Casualty not once but twice with a severe urinary infection. The first time he spent 10 days in bed and so undid any benefits from his exercises and the second time, although he was only bedridden for half that time it still feels as though all the previous weeks in the Centre have been achieved nothing in the way of progress.
Not only that, but his 60 days (per year) of insurance cover for a single room have just about been used up with nothing to show for it.
It seems he will be coming home for good at the end of next week (but he does come home at weekends) and we have an interview with the doctor on Wednesday afternoon.
Despite the fact that the Centre is nearing the end of its renovation Whale has been moved about from rooms in the new part to rooms in the old section. All the new rooms have private facilities but in the old wing it’s a case of sharing the toilet which is not very convenient at all.
Then there was the problem of getting up in time for the physio sessions which normally start at nine. On several occasions he missed his slot – or was late – because the aides soignantes didn’t get around to helping him until very late.
For the first week or so the phyios didn’t seem to know what to do with him and some of them didn’t seem to take much interest anyway.
All in all, although I’m grateful for the ‘holiday’ I don’t think Whale has had any benefit at all.
I know he can be irritating and maybe that’s why they tend to ignore him a bit but the standard of care leaves much to be desired.
On a more humorous note I leave you with a ‘Whaleism’:
He has his own telephone with a direct line but always rings unnecessarily each time he has a thought instead of saving it up for a good chat once or twice in a day.
After many times of trying I thought I had finally got through to him that it would be better to make a list of the things he wanted as he thought of them and then to ring after lunch so that we could get everything ready before visiting.
So the next morning he rang at 8.30:
“I’m making my list and I’ll ring you later to tell you what I need”.