Wednesday, July 30

There are going to be frustrating days, and yesterday was one of them. On Tommy's arrival at the Renaissance skf, there was no wheelchair ready for him, so he spent most of the afternoon lying in bed. When they did find a wheelchair, they couldn't find its leg attachment, making it impossible to wheel him since he is unable to hold his right leg up by himself. This was very frustrating. Also, on Tommy's arrival, the nurse said to leave all of Tommy's clothes at the front desk to be "labeled." So I did. But, at the end of the day, as I was preparing to leave, the evening-shift nurse asked me, "What is Mr. Long going to wear tomorrow?" I said, "His clothes are here--I was told to leave them at the front desk this morning." She answered that I should have held back a set of clothes for him, adding that "Tonya" should have told me that when she went through the admission papers with me. Tonya? You get the drift. Since the labeled clothes won't be back in time, I am rushing through this note so I can take a set of clean clothes for Tommy before he gets up. This skf was recommended to us because of the high quality of the physical-therapy staff, so I am definitely hoping that will be the case. In the meantime--well, it was a tough move.