My mom called me this morning, telling me with enthusiasm how much she likes the Rehab place where she moved yesterday. She thanked me over and over. I cried when I got off the phone. Such a relief. Huge.
And Gary and I went there this afternoon and a physical therapist was in the room with her, working her thoroughly. Her hair was styled (done this morning), and she was fully dressed. When we'd seen her on Wednesday in the hospital, she was in a hospital gown and lying flat in bed.
I'd say it was a good mental health day all around.
For the rest of the weekend, will stay at home. Rest. Not take on anything more. Promise.
