I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Updates

Well, as of last night Mom was in the step-down unit. She's off the ventilator and supposedly sitting in a chair. I didn't get to see her, but I talked with the nurse. My sister-in-law stopped over at lunch to see Mom and said she was doing okay. Her regular doctor finally got the hospital to put notes about her right arm on the chart, so the nurses are watching it now.

Also, we are running into that wonderful modern medical device, "the insurance will only pay for her to be in the hospital for (x) days." Mom's healing slowly. I don't think she's really going to be ready on Sunday to come home. We're trying to get her into onsite physical therapy (where she stays at the hospital). That way she'll have the care she needs for another week. Hopefully she'll be much stronger at the end of that.