Things are moving.
From hosts to walking, and now every time I visit, there’s a new frame at the end of her bed, and they’re getting smaller.
The steps are no longer a shuffle, but actual steps, and she’s even climbed up a few, and her right arm, whilst still frustrating her, is beginning to loosen up a bit, and the exercises to improve its overall movement are certainly becoming smoother and more confident.
She has moderate expressive aphasia, and often struggles to find the right words, but then at other times it all seems to flow naturally and I will get three or four perfect sentences in a row. She recalls things I didn’t think she would recall, then forgets my name and calls me by her first husbands name instead… which I think must be grounds for divorce, lol.
We’ve had a big meeting and discharge dates have been discussed. On Monday they’re coming to view the flat so they can see what equipment we might need, but given it’s a flat on one floor, there’s probably not a great deal we will need.
Karen is desperate to come home and continue her rehab here. The place she is in is lovely and the staff brilliant, but I can’t help but feel she will improve once she is back in familiar surroundings with things she knows.
So that’s where we are. I couldn’t be more proud of her as her determination and desire to progress have been first rate, and they’re all very pleased with her efforts to get better. I’ve now had 8.5 weeks with no night of more than 3 hours sleep, the cat barely recognises me, I’ve been living out of a backpack and have spent £3000 on hotels and food and transport, and whilst the money isn’t important (and I’m fortunate I can afford it), I’d much rather it be spent on care or things Karen needs than some frankly pretty grotty hotel rooms.
So, hopefully soon, we will get a discharge date…