Perhaps, maybe, the ride is coming to a stop? I am willing to remain seated if I can get off without throwing up again.
Today I had a telephone conference with the staff at the nursing home, and what a great group they are. They reported solid progress, but also that she still needs 50-75% assistance with ADLs (activities of daily living, for those of you who aren't in the cool crowd that knows these acronyms offhand). She is improving and should be able to go back to the ALF with a higher level of care there, which they pointed out would be cheaper than staying where she is, and also more appropriate. I totally agree with that assessment. She is not quite to the point of transitioning to the ALF yet, but it's not that far off.
So, that call was 2 this afternoon, and the last time I had a cheery call from staff it was followed that evening by a call from Batshit Old Lady ranting about The Awfulness of It All. Tonight, right on cue, the phone rang and I saw her name on caller ID, and thought about not picking up, but figured what the hell, I'd take the plunge. And we had a long, positive, good conversation. She is finally on board with PT, with eating, with trying to be herself, instead of sitting around like a bitchy little munchkin in a wheelchair, hating the world and waiting for a magic wand to make her young again. It was the most positive conversation we'd had, and when I said that R and I would get her favorite chair and dinette set and other stuff on Sunday, so she'd come "home" to her apartment with her familiar stuff in it, she was quite positive and upbeat. The Crazy Ride may be slowing to a stop. Please send sane thoughts.