Aug. 20th, 2013 08:43 pm
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[personal profile] gridlore was discharged from Mission Oaks about 1:00 this afternoon. We drove up to his office so we could collect a letter from his bosses, confirming that he has stopped working (SSA requirement to reactivate his previous claim). Everyone was glad to see him; I had to caution [tumblr.com profile] copyx not to knock Doug over with the force of their glomp. ;-)

From there, we made our way home, and I got him installed on the futon with a beer (which I had to open for him, but so what?). He started catching up on three weeks' worth of reality TV while I went back out to get his newest prescriptions filled and collect the laundry I had dropped off on Saturday.

He went to bed about twenty minutes ago, and is curled up with our bears and a book.

I really can't describe how different the apartment feels with him in it.

This, of course, is only the beginning of a new chapter, and not the end of this story. From here, there are outpatient therapy visits and appointments with his primary physician and applications for ALL the benefits and and and. Thank you to everyone who has supported me/us this far; here's hoping the news only gets better from here on out.
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Today was [personal profile] gridlore's "community outing" - a chance for him to be up and mobile in something other than a controlled setting, to test his endurance, etc. I met him at Mission Oaks shortly after 1pm, and the physical terrorist (yes, I will call them that forever; the first PT Doug ever had, mumble years ago, introduced himself that way) came in around half an hour later. From there we trundled down to the car and headed off to the local grocery store.

(Pardon me while I digress for a moment. I've been driving Doug's truck since about two days into this ordeal. Getting into my car today, so I had room for everyone, was emotionally painful. Don't get me wrong; I still love my car as much as I did the day we bought it. But it was a shock to realize just how poorly it's actually been running once I had several days in the truck to compare. I've known for months that it needs the front motor mount replaced; it's needed a tune up and a brake job for longer. It had been my intention to use the money that had been going towards the car payment to start taking care of those things once the car was paid off...but there were six other places to put every penny.)

Watching Doug take in the outside world was... *handwaving* A kid watching his first snowfall, maybe. (I'm from California, though, so what do I know from snow?)

We walked around the outer circuit of the store, looking at various and sundry things, then made our way over to the deli counter, where I was No Help At All. The whole point of the exercise was to make sure he can still handle those sorts of interactions...but I've ordered for both of us for so long that I kept trying to jump in. (Particularly as it was my sandwich we were ordering.)

We took lunch up to the register and paid for it, then sat briefly in the store's cafe area so Doug could catch his breath for a bit. But this was, for all intents and purposes, a PT session, so we were pushing him a little. So back outside we went, to try walking along and looking at the other stores for a while. It was a bazillion and two degrees outside today, which doesn't do anyone any favors, so we wound up turning around and heading back to the car before we got to the next storefront.

Back to rehab; the PT had Doug take a few steps along the hallway without his cane, just to see how he was doing, and he was obviously favoring the weak side. So we got him back to the room and got him settled in, and wound up talking MasterChef for five minutes before she left. I stayed a little longer, eating my lunch, then had to get back to work.

I knew I was going to be staying late to make up for the extra time I took at lunch today, but even with that, I got 90+ minutes of overtime, going through everything back to when I left the office on Thursday to make sure nothing had gotten missed. (Of course, things had, but nothing that wasn't easily resolved. It was just time consuming.)

So here I sit now, writing this up instead of making dinner. :-P And then I still have work to do in the bedroom tonight before I can go to sleep - not that I'm likely to sleep any time soon (see previous comments re: a bazillion degrees; I turned the fan on in the bedroom at 6:15 this morning).

Doug "graduates" tomorrow, and that is really a profoundly apt term. We're both excited for him to get out of there...but nervous as hell, because now the Real World starts.
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I actually had more people show up yesterday than would fit in the room to work. [livejournal.com profile] drewkitty took charge, and the whole process was done - including vacuuming the bedroom floor while the bed was out of the way - in ~45 minutes. People continued to show up after the actual work was long since finished, which meant I got some time to socialize with people I haven't seen recently. Eventually, I told the last of the visitors "I'm going to politely throw you out, now," so I could get some downtime before heading over to visit [personal profile] gridlore again.

[livejournal.com profile] flarechick17 was there, having brought over a stack of coloring books and colored pencils she had been given while she was in the hospital; the three of us watched the rest of the Giants game, then chatted for a while before she left. I stayed perhaps another 45 minutes after that, enjoying a companionable silence with Doug while I worked on Yet Another Scarf and he caught up on the net.

His FIM score has been upgraded to modified independence throughout, so he was able to stand up to hug me goodnight. God, that felt good.

Tomorrow, we have a "community outing" to see how well he can function in a non-clinical setting; I had recommended Affordable Treasures as perhaps the closest to a game store we could get in the immediate vicinity, but Doug appears to have decided on the grocery store. And then, on Tuesday, he comes home. I can't wait to have him back.
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This morning we had an 8:30 conference with [personal profile] gridlore's treatment team - the supervising MD, and representatives from the PT, OT, speech therapy, and nursing staff. They were all in agreement that his recovery has been stellar, and that everything is on track for his discharge on Tuesday. When asked his opinion, Doug said that he was ready to come home now, but does believe that he will benefit from a couple more days of dedicated rehab. As we're still trying to get everything settled on this end, it's just as well.

After the conference, Doug took his mother and me on a quick tour of the ward, and we sat with him in his room until it was time for his next therapy session. From there, she followed me back to the apartment to help clean the living room, so Doug has a place to sit once he's home again. I told her before we left the facility that I was feeling particularly fragile about the state of the house, and the first words out of her mouth were "I'm not going to judge you; I just want to help." (I still didn't let her see the bedroom.)

Since she left, I put in an online grocery order to be delivered on Sunday (so it doesn't conflict with tomorrow's work), and have been working away at the bedroom to the best of my ability. I've been trying to follow the 20/10 method, but it's probably been more like 30/60. Even at that, I've managed to pull together a truly frightening amount of laundry; a generous contribution from one of Doug's Traveller Mailing List acquaintances means I'll be able to send it out to be washed, so that's one less thing on my plate. (Then I just need to figure out where to PUT it all when it comes back...that's the one major problem with this apartment, a complete lack of storage space.)

I don't think the bedroom's going to be in the state I truly wanted it to be by the time people start showing up tomorrow, but I'll at least have all the trash off the floor, and people ought to be able to move around. For now, though, I really ought to eat more than the scant handful of calories I've put in my body so far today.
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Okay, not all the things, but a hell of a lot of them.

I am taking Friday off from work; we have the conference with the treatment team in the morning, and then I am devoting the rest of the day to prepping the bedroom for furniture moving. (If anyone local would like to "adopt" a bag of laundry, there's going to be a lot of it...)

SATURDAY, AUGUST 17 at 1:00pm, I am looking for as many people as possible to help me rearrange the bedroom furniture. A couple of people have sponsored pizza to go along with the beer, so I can feed whoever shows up.

In the room are the following:
  • A queen size bed w/headboard
  • Two matching nightstands
  • A matching 6-drawer bureau w/attached mirror
  • A 3x3 shelving unit, roughly waist-high
  • A small bookshelf, smaller than the shelving unit

Currently, if you are standing in the bedroom door, you are looking at the foot of the bed; [personal profile] gridlore's side of the bed (and the bureau) are to your right, with very little maneuvering space between them. I want to swap the bureau and the bed, so Doug's side of the bed is closest to the door with no obstructions.

If you can make it to Santa Clara on Saturday afternoon and haul things around, please contact me privately for the address.

And thank you.
kshandra: The Burning Man effigy, lit in blue neon, arms by his sides; an orange half-moon is visible over his shoulder. (Default)
Furniture moving will happen THIS SATURDAY. Details to follow when I get home tonight.
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...also known as two pictures. Today, [personal profile] gridlore met Tina and Sarah. (Tina is showing off her greatest asset in that photo. Yes, the dog couldn't hold her licker; Doug got puppy kissed within an inch of his life, apparently. She even gave Marty Bear an exploratory snuffle.)

Non-pet therapy proceeds apace; the treatment team conference we would have had on Monday has been rescheduled for Friday. And the whiteboard across from the nurses' station where they track everyone's schedules has a tentative graduation day listed for Doug. (I won't say what, lest I jinx it.)
kshandra: The Burning Man effigy, lit in blue neon, arms by his sides; an orange half-moon is visible over his shoulder. (Default)
Today was entirely too long, but it ended with [personal profile] gridlore back at the rehab facility, and that's what matters most.
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Today was full all around, as [personal profile] gridlore began intensive rehab and I went to my first full day at work since all this began a week ago. (Has it been a week already? Has it only been a week?) I am quite honestly at the point where I don't know where to begin with these posts, so have a series of bullet points.

  • First, a word about shop safety VA benefits. Unless and until the Restore Honor to Service Members Act passes, Douglas sadly does not qualify. (Yes, I know this is does not match what some of you were originally told about the end of his military career. The topic is not open for discussion at this time.)
  • We have a conference with his treatment team Monday morning at 0830. Hopefully, he will have spent enough time with the various therapists by that point that they'll be able to discuss possible time frames with us.
  • We also have an appointment Thursday afternoon at PAMF with a volunteer from HICAP. This appointment was made long ago; I'm going to ask at the conference on Monday if it's possible to schedule an appointment at Mission Oaks, since I'm doubtful Doug will be ready for an excursion at that point (assuming such was even possible).
  • Local folks who have been asking how they can help? Here's your chance. I need several able-bodied people who can come over THIS WEEKEND to help me reorganize the furniture in the bedroom; our bed and dresser need to switch places so we can put Doug's side of the bed closest to the door. (I realize this is ridiculously short notice, but if I tried to schedule this for next weekend, with my luck they'd send him home on Friday.) Drop me a line privately and once I have a sense of when the most people are available, I'll get back to y'all with a day and time. Sadly, all I can offer in terms of compensation is the beer I was supposed to be taking to Burning Man with me; hope you like Pabst Blue Ribbon.
  • I'm sure I have plenty more to add that is both relevant and true, but I don't have the spoons to put it together in a coherent fashion. Have a picture of Doug with a therapy dog instead.
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...and I fear I do not have enough brain left for a proper update. Suffice to say that [personal profile] gridlore is safely ensconced in the acute rehab facility, and I will be visiting him again tomorrow after my first full day in the office all week.

Now I go pass out.
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