Good morning !
Happy Sunday!
For today’s blog I decided I’d use a pic of myself in my bed at Peter James Rehab.
A) Because I think it’s a nice picture and
B) It’s the only pic I’ve currently got that shows the awesome shoulder/neck pillow that my Hubby bought me
By my second week, not only did I have my wheelchair and walker with me – but also my little desk on wheels to put my stuff on, my gym equipment, my revitive machine and more nighties than you could poke a stick at!
Things were going well. Slowly but well.
Due to developing a pressure sore on my right heel, my mattress had been swapped out to an special air mattress that vibrated slightly as you lay on it which was really comfortable.
During that week, I’d had my dressing removed, saw the podiatrist and had arranged a stint in the Hydro Pool.
My walking was getting better and for the first time in years I had legs and feet
(IYKYK)
By now, Hubby was woking half days – so my Support Workers were with me from 8:30am till 2pm then Hubby came from 2pm -5pm to keep me company.
Hubby and I played “The menu game” every afternoon where he would read out the menu for the next day and I would pick what I wanted to eat. It was always two days in advance so, you know, of course I could never remember what I ordered… which meant I was surprised every day when my food came!
Mary-Anne (who was with me during week 1) got to go home on Friday of my second week ( something she was quite relieved about) I do hope she’s doing OK.
Young Master Peter ended up being transferred back to Box Hill Hospital as he’d become very unwell whilst at PJC and a few days after he left, we were told by his Brother and Sister that while in the Emergency Department he’d suffered a stroke and that they were now considering Palliative Care for him. Still, they came to personally thank us for being nice to him and for making him smile. That was lovely of them and I really do hope that Peter received the best care possible for as long as they were able.
It wasn’t long before those beds were taken over by new occupants and while I won’t go into too much detail, there was one in particular who, after much complaining, got to go home early. Not to put to finer point on it but i think everyone was glad to see the back of them. I know I certainly was!
Anyway, on days when when the weather was nice, I’d get into the wheelchair and my support worker and myself would go down to the cafe and grab a snack before going outside to get some air.
One thing that stood out about PJC was that even though It was part of the Public Health system, the amount of people who drove cars that screamed ” I’ve got more $$ than sense” was ridiculous. Some of them even had no idea how to park a car – often taking up more than one parking space!
It was very telling to be honest and I did feel very sorry for a lot of the elderly folks in the Rehab ward as a result. If they can afford a big expensive F- off car… could they not afford Private Health for their loved one?
I can’t imagine how it feels for the staff to have orders and demands barked at them – families demanding Private Health treatment despite being in a Public Health facility . It must be horrible!
I ended up getting my Hydro session which i thoroughly enjoyed! As a result I have arranged to continue doing so from April 5th. Cannot wait! I think it will really help with my recovery!
That’s all for this blog. There will be a final blog about this experience in afew days
In the meantime, thanks for reading 😀
Ceej
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