On Sunday morning Dr Shroeder came and announced that he was releasing her. Today. To go home. As I said earlier, holy shit!  She will require 24/7 supervision for at least two weeks. So after I got her settled at home, I went home to pack. As mom said “pack? What do you have to pack?” I explained I need clothes and stuff kind of like I’m going on vacation without the change of scenery. Lol!

Between getting her home from the hospital and trying to spend some time with my daughter before she left on Monday morning, it was a stressful day for all concerned. We have been trying to eat together as much as possible but the nutrition values are questionable. Her friend Bob sat with her during the night so I could get some sleep. He just called me when she needed to use the restroom, which seemed quite often. I was lying in bed in the middle of the night trying to figure out how to fashion a voodoo doll with Dr Schroeder’s likeness. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate his expertise and surgical skills, but his bedside manner and common sense are suspect. What kind of a whack job releases an 81 year old woman who had brain surgery after one day in the hospital to a person who has no medical/nursing knowledge or skills? Yes, I care and I love her and will do my very best to get her through this, but seriously, I am terrified of doing something wrong, or having her fall on my watch. She is still very unsteady on her feet and her left hand seems very weak and unable to grip the walker handle. She has very little appetite and sleeps a lot. This morning after two sips of the coffee I made her, she threw up. Not sure if it was my coffee or something more is going on. Again, I’m feeling pretty scared and really alone at times.

Wish us luck. We sure as hell are gonna need it.