8 broken eggs

I dropped an almost full carton of eggs this morning. The carton did a back dive half twist straight position and landed squarely on its less than cushiony lid. Since 8 out of the 11 eggs were cracked on their tops, this made crack detection easier, but I can't help but wonder if I wouldn't have been less unlucky if the carton had landed on its edge and maybe only smashed the two or four on the end. Whatever. Anyway, you probably know what I say when something like this happens to me, especially when it happens before 8 in the morning. Yup, BAD OMEN. And worse than a regular day bed omen, it was a special day bad omen because today is the day that Natasha was going to park her broom at the rehab in order to "evaluate" grandma to see if she could go home. This is why I was rushing to get out of the house early and participated in the early AM egg drop in the first place. So, I get to the rehab around 8:15 because I want to beat Natasha there and she told me that she would be there around 8:30 after the memorial for her sister, the wicked witch of the east. And when I get to the rehab grandma is in bed. And grandma does not want to wake up. And grandma won't hardly even look at me. And when Natasha finally shows up 20 minutes late (apparently the flying monkeys gave her a hard time) grandma is as uncooperative as can be and won't hardly even sit up, let alone get out of bed and walk, and when Natasha finally faces me to tell me the bad news I tell her not to bother because if I were her I wouldn't take grandma back either and I wasn't even going to try to explain how far grandma walked yesterday because I would look like a desperate liar. Natasha said she would come back in a week. I was like "Yeah yeah, send my regards to the munchkins" and that was it.

Then I stopped on the way out to chat with one of the friendly nurses and the night nurse, who I haven't met yet, was there and we were trying to laugh off what had just gone on with grandma and they were telling me all these stories about grandma's secret life at the rehab (I guess she has made some friends!) and the night nurse tells me that grandma likes to get out of bed in the middle of the night and walk around the hallways. And that grandma gets difficult when they try to steer her back to bed, so they just walk with her while grandma sticks her nose into a few rooms and then grandma happily goes back to bed. And then night nurse tells me how much better grandma is walking since her procedure. And this is interesting to me since grandma was not allowed to walk before her procedure and I ask the night nurse what she means, and she explains how much steadier grandma is on her feet since she got the stitches out and the filter put in. Sooooooo, let's go over some of the worse non-care grandma has received thus far. 1. They, of the rehab they, were not aware for grandma's entire first week that her wound was supposed to be bandaged and treated with anti bacterial ointment twice a day for the entire first week instead her exposed surgery site was in the open and I got to see it every day when I visited and grandma pulled off her booty to rub the amputation spot because it hurt. 2. No one acknowledged that grandma was able to feed herself and they made her eat with the completely demented patients for 9 days instead of in the dining room, and the newest addition to the list 3. they let her walk on her amputated toe foot for the two weeks after the surgery when grandma was still under a zero pressure no weight bearing order from the doctor.

Needless to say, that when and if the time comes and grandma needs a nursing home to live in, it will not be this place. I am just hoping they don't kill her in the next week before I can get her back to the OFH.

Comments

[danelle]

I wish I had something helpful or witty to say. I just want gramma to have a bunch of joy and happiness every single day..and I'm mad that she doesnt.

[Jenny, Bloggess]

God. It makes you want to just never get old, right?

Lets agree to shoot each other before that happens, K?