On the move again...

We had a huge snow storm yesterday. My day started ad 5:30am to travel into work. I need to drive in when I go to the hospital so I can take Mom home from the hospital. I called Mom at 8:30am from work to let her know I drove in so she knows I'll pick her up at the hospital. No answer, she's probably out shovelling snow.

Mom calls during the day to let me know they are transferring Dad back to Scarborough Grace Hospital. She doesn't know when. This hospital has nothing left for Dad. They've exhausted all tests.

I left work at 4:00pm to go to the hospital. Still no word on when. The nurse preparing Dad for the trip so we get a bite to eat to get out of her way.

We find out at 6:00pm that the amulance will come at 7:00pm. It doesn't show until 8:00pm. I follow the ambulance to Scarborough Grace. It deoesn't take them long to get Dad in his new room. He has a window bed again. Nice. Mom's all frantic about the move. Mom doesn't like change. We need to wait for the doctor to check him out. There are no bumper pads to protect his head. There are restraints already on the bed (must have been left from the last patient). There is obviously no sitter to watch Dad. Mom hovers over Dad thinking that at any moment he is going to fall out of bed. She lurches at any movement. It's difficult to be around when she's like this. Dad moves because. Just because. I don't ask why. He just does. Mom won't leave. She's going to stay all night since there is no one there to look after them. I ask the nurse "what can we do to assure my Mom that Dad won't fall out of bed so she can go home and sleep". The nurse says "she can stay if she'd like, not a problem". I say "I don't want her to stay all night, she needs to get home and get some sleep". I get the "we're already short staffed", "we can't watch him all night", "we didn't know he was coming so no sitter was arranged", "maybe a family member can help out", "I'll make a call to the Manager On Call". I was trying to remain calm through all this. I was exhausted and my patience was very thin.

Miracle. The hospital got a sitter for the evening starting at 11:00pm. The nurse asked us to stay until then. The doctor finally came to assess. "Why is he here?", "Did he do his procedure at Sunnybrook", "Can he speak", "Can he eat". I know they have a huge binder on him now, it's red. Does anyone really read it? If the charge nurse would have read it, even skimmed it, they'd get an idea of his situation. But I guess it's better for them to ask us. The only people that seem to have an idea of the big picture is the family.

We finally leave the hospital at 11:00pm when the sitter arrives. I get home just after mignight. I'm exhausted. I have a bowl of soup. Michael waited up for me. He hates when I drive late at night. We go to bed. I fall asleep within minutes.