Sunday was a non-event day. There were a couple of visitors and me for lunch and supper. By non-event I mean there was no therapy. Nancy got a lot of rest.
Monday the therapy folks made her work hard. Then as lunch was about over a tall thin fellow with a guitar and a fiddle, two young ladies, one with a guitar and one with a fiddle and a 2 year old – came to play for the patients. The man came to Nancy’s building but the other three missed the fact that there are two facilities side-by-side, and they entered the other one.
For a short time the man was alone with assembled patients, a guitar and a fiddle. He asked if anyone could play with him but no one was able so I got Nancy – she is in the adjacent room – and just as the two of them got started the other ladies showed up. The man was from the upper mid-west and the ladies seemed to be local. They all knew the tunes, though, and Nancy didn’t. They would start a tune and she would have to pick it up and add what she could. Some were story-songs the fellow had written. It all worked quite well. For the last song they powwowed with Nancy and agreed on a tune she knew. She was most pleased.
When I got home I had a message on the recorder from a person in Yakima that wanted to tell Nancy about the latest blood test and what amounts of medication to take.
Tuesday morning I gave the number to Nancy and she called the person. The conversation was a bit off-kilter because the lady felt she was responsible for reviewing tests and changing medications and, somehow, she didn’t know that Nancy was not at home and didn’t quite grasp that Nancy knew only that her blood had been taken – and nothing more until a rehab nurse brought the pills. The nurse then talked to the lady in Yakima. The source of confusion was never uncovered. We don’t know who handled the med-change on either end. However, when the nurse explained the change and the reason for it to Nancy and me we both understood what was being done and why. We have never known the chain of data once the blood is drawn. Were we supposed to?
I expect Nancy to leave rehab on Friday. I think the decision is still to be made on Wednesday afternoon.