Nothing really new to report since this morning other than multiple rehab therapists have been in to talk to her--usually by waking her up first and then rushing through what they have to say while she is not awake enough to comprehend---and then leave her a bit confused as to their plans. Apparently, one of them went so far as to complain to one of her nurses about Sandi as he rushed off to leave for the day, so that nurse took it upon herself to come in and chew out Sandi without knowing the facts. Needless to say that did not go over well.
This summer there have been no end of problems at Medical City Dallas. Why--we don't know. They do seem overwhelmed with patients and short staffed so that may be part of it.
It seems their main focus right now--despite the fact she is still hooked up to all sorts of monitoring and pumping machines, running high fevers, and all the rest of it---is the idea of sending her to rehab for an unspecified period of time as soon as possible. While they are justifiably concerned about her falls and preventing them, we both are far more focused on what the infection is and how to get that damn thing cleared up.
And speaking of falls, I also fell here earlier this afternoon while in the garage. It was a spectacular one witnessed by no one. Nothing broken, but I am very sore. Hopefully, with five falls here between the two of us (I now have the lead 3-2) the HOUSE GODS are appeased and no more falls will be required. If more are required, I think we should have warning like they always did on Star Trek with the fight music so we would know what was coming ahead of time.