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I took Mom to an appointment on Monday and left her there. She was scheduled for the first appointment in getting a geriatric assessment done. This assessment was initiated so we, the family, would know what she needs and so she can get some home care coming in to help.

Well, this was the introduction appointment that would start the ball rolling; unfortunately, she developed a problem right there while we were waiting. The doctor admitted her for at least a week and the assessment will be done in hospital instead of through multiple appointments. She was rather ticked about not going home until I told her this will get the assessment done more quickly so she can get settled more comfortably at home. I hope that wasn't a lie and that they do not determine she needs to be in a home. That's her biggest fear.

On a positive note, hospitals are interesting places to people watch, especially when we were hours in the emergency department hallway. Lots of interesting people to watch. One of the paramedics looked just like a very young David Hewlett. Yup, eye candy.


I'm sorry your Mom ran into trouble during the assessment appointment. I hope you're right about it meaning that the assessment will be done more quickly. I'm hoping for the best for her and your family. :-)

It's cool that you saw a paramedic who looked like a very young David Hewlett. Eye candy like that certainly helps get you through tough situations. :-)
He didn't know who David Hewlett was. I'd bet he went an looked him up. He was very cute.
I hope you weren't inadvertently lying to her as well. I do know how independent she is and how hard being in a home could potentially be for her. Tell her hi and wish her the best from me.

David, huh? Something to distract you for a little while. :)
Yes, pleasant distraction.

I haven't been back to see her but, apparently, she is happier now that she is surrounded by people and having to get up and do things.

April 2015



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