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Here.
WE are the Care Home.
Here...at home.

How much can change in 24 hours....

Wednesday they are talking about how she can't walk safely yet and will need monitoring and mental care...Thursday the doctors are saying : "It's a miracle! She can walk! She can climb a few steps! Return to Sender!"

And so. She is coming home.

It's good, for Okaasan. It's um.....um....for us.

Actually, when Dear Son mailed me lunchtime I said: "Bollocks. Bang goes another weekend. "

And then I tried to think positively and kindly.

We are going to the hospital this morning to fetch her. We are renting a bed for her to sleep on, because getting up and down from her usual place on the carpet carries more risk for falls. So we'll have to rearrange furniture (which she will love...NOT).

And so.
That's what is happening....

You really can't say this blog is boring, can you! Bit like American or British politics. Look away  for a moment and huge seismic shifts have happened.

Anyway. Bollocks. 
Let the caring begin.

* Day Care Manager and Dear Son have agreed that if this doesn't work out then the hunt for a short stay unit will resume. But we are all hoping it won't come to that. Hoping she can resume safe/doable life at home. And not savage our ankles.