Well, Cheryl and I are sitting in the airport waiting for our 6:55pm flight back to Long Beach (we’ve had 4 rum and cokes between us, and then we will be venturing off to find the chocolate store).
Karen spent a little bit of time with the psychologist and had a little bit of physical therapy this morning, but not much. We think since she was almost out of there, they weren’t going to spend much time working with her.
We then gave Karen a shower, it was the “Two Blondes, a Big Guy, and a Wheelchair” show. Michael doesn’t think it would sell on the internet, but I think if we had a webcam, we would rank right up there on You Tube. It was a hysterical comedy show involving Nair and lots of hair conditioner… mostly hysterical when the shower head dropped on the floor and sprayed water directly up into Karen’s face. Michael and I both sat back and watched her try to pick it up while Cheryl stayed outside the door and kept the janitor and Gene out. We nearly peed our pants a couple times while we were in there, can hardly imagine what it sounded like outside the bathroom. “Juneau”, it only took us a little over 1 hour...
Since she kept asking for a therapy dog, Cheryl and I bought her a beany baby Husky dog named Juneau. So the whole time, we joked about “Juneau where your left arm is?” “Juneau if your left leg is on the wheelchair”? "Juneau that you have no fingernails cause they wore off in the spokes?" She played right along with us and it made her happy to have a soft therapy dog of her own.
The shower show and the little bit of PT pooped her out – she looked much more tired and droopy today than yesterday. I wonder how she will look when she has full time therapy.
About 3:00 we received news that Karen had been given the green light by the insurance company to stay in Washington and to be moved to Puyallup (a.k.a. Pull ups ya pants) for rehab. Michael is very excited that she will be in a facility near him, but she is very scared to be in a new place. She will be moved at 9am Saturday when transportation is available; more details with contact information to follow.
Her roommate moved out today as well, but not after many burps and lots of flatulence. Oh man, thank God Karen wasn’t given a stool softener cause we would not have made it. Or maybe she was, and she kept blaming the neighbor.
We went out to Michael’s car to put away her flowers and accumulated cards and goodies before we left for the airport. Walking back in, he stopped to change a woman’s tire, while a drama queen and Barney Fife looked on. After we found the spare tire and the “lug nut remover thingy”, he had the tire changed in 5 minutes flat. I kept asking if he would put them in the hubcap for me to dump in the snow, but he wouldn’t fall for that gag line.
Got the phone call with details of mom’s oncology appt., so had to switch hats and think about what I was hearing – very difficult to do when we were in Karen’s room. Told Karen a little bit of the call, but not sure how much she will remember. We were asked at least 10 times when we were leaving to go to the airport. . . she remembered asking, but never remembered the answer we gave her. I swear that we always told her the same one! Will try to absorb cancer stuff tomorrow..
Well, flying home now, up to Michael to fight the good fight for the time being and for Karen to start the next phase of her recovery. I’m sure she won’t really miss Mr. A.D., her boyfriend Buckwheat, Lobotomy Gene, or the flatulent roommate.
- Lori
P.S. – the code blue button doesn’t push.
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