When I arrived at Heartland this morning, Mom was sitting in her wheelchair with a book in her lap and her eyes closed. She complained about being cold, and insisted on going through her drawers to get them organized. "I don't know where anything is, I'm freezing, and I just don't understand any of this." Poor thing. It's possible she's cold and irritable because of her low hemoglobin. I checked with her nurse to see if she had a blood draw since the one early last week, but she had no record of it. It's also possible she's cold and irritable because her room isn't like a sauna; apparently her new roommate, Caroline, doesn't require the heat to be on full blast like her previous roommates.
Her life-long friend Priscilla visited yesterday, and she had a call from Dave just as I was leaving to run errands (don't get me going about Comerica Bank), so I know she had a couple positive things happen in the last couple days. She's apprehensive and afraid of what's going to happen when she's discharged from Heartland. It's too early to speculate much, but a lot might depend on the state of her pressure sore. Time will tell.
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