Day One of Phase Three

Today was my first full day at Meadow Lake. I can’t say that it was exciting – lots of hurry up and wait – and it started at 3:30am when they woke me up to pee so they could get a urine sample to analyze to be sure I didn’t still have a UTI. Which of course the UTHealth people had already done, but okay. Meant putting on the ugly green gripper socks and navigating a new bathroom with grab bars in weird places, or rather, missing one that should be there. Then I stayed awake so they could come and take blood to test the same things that the other place tested on Monday. So glad I’m not insurance wondering why they’re being done so much. I figured I might as well stay awake after that.

Meadow Lake rehab and skilled nursing patients are intermingled in “neighborhoods” around a central common kitchen and lounging area with a big TV (unlike the very dinky 17″ ones in the rooms unless you upgrade yourself). Yesterday I ate in my room because apparently everyone was doing that, but usually the residents in each neighborhood come out and eat together around a big table. My neighborhood is Cypress (they’re all named for trees or plants, I think) and there were eight of us sharing breakfast and lunch. The food is okay and unlike the other places, diet soda is not a beverage option. Rats.

Today I met with the social worker, who asked questions about my home situation and my mood, and was I depressed. I also met with a doctor, who asked different questions about my medical situation, my meds, and was I depressed. I’m sensing a theme. I also spent a short time in therapy before the doctor tracked me down there and took me away. My wheelchair has something broken that makes a lot of noise when I roll around so they’re looking for another one for me. No one has cleaned or dressed the small open wound on my back, though the doctor looked at it and said she’d report it to the wound nurse. We’ll see about that.

I admit that the therapy space underwhelmed me, but I’ve been spoiled by spectacular clean and modern equipment at the hospital rehab hospital. But it’s serviceable and I can do a lot without fancy equipment. Very grateful to have my red Theraband to help me do arm work, since I didn’t spy anything to help with that. I only got to work on one machine to help with leg muscles before the doctor tracked me down. The therapist was putting weights on my ankles before I did “marching in place” in the chair, though I told her that marching was not in my repertoire. Yet, anyway. They’re coming to get me tomorrow about 10, I think, for another therapy session.

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Apparently there will be a care coordination meeting in the next day or so with all these people who’ve asked me if I’m depressed and checked out my abilities to figure out a care plan for my stay here, and hopefully some estimate of how long that might be. Obviously it depends on how hard I work, how the muscles respond, and how time and healing work their magic.

The space, though, isn’t very attractive, and no matter how long I’m here, I need to perk it up. My sweet friend Phyllis in Ohio gifted me with a gorgeous quilt which is now on my bed, and it’s lifted my spirits so much – like being wrapped in a hug. She made it in 2011 from the AALL conference logo that year, which was my year as program chair. We called it “OUR Quilt” and now it’s mine, truly a gift of friendship and love at the best time ever.