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It's been an interesting few days. We finally got the insurance paperwork finished, that was a nightmare of faxing proportions. As soon as his job faxes their paper to the lady, she will approve him immediately.
The nurse case manager is scheduling a discharge planning meeting this week and said she will push for me to be his paid caregiver. Cross your paws it works out.
I didn't get quite what I had hoped for my birthday, but I did get the next best thing. Discharge planning in the works. D is walking 10 or 15 steps down the hall and can just about transfer himself from bed to chair via the walker. He's now threatening to wheel himself home if they don't hurry things along.
This morning I baked my cake and made scalloped potatoes and ham to take up for dinner. I've been making my own cake since I big enough to get up to the stove and light the oven with a farmer's match and not singe my eyebrows off. How many of you remember those old gas stoves that the oven needed to be lit with a farmer's match?
Because my friend is out of town, a residents wife picked me up and gave me a bottle of hand lotion for my birthday. I told everyone I turned 90 today. They all said I was well preserved for my age. It's all the pickles I eat. LOL Saying I'm 90 is better than reversing my age and saying I'm 54 lest someone actually believe it. How happy I was when my friend called this evening to pick me up, she had came home early. It''s been 73 days today, and except for the 5 that she was traveling to San Diego she's been right there for me every day. I really missed her.
Like I said in a previous post, I stopped celebrating my birthday awhile back. Instead, I celebrate Walpurgisnacht. If you'll excuse me, my familiars and I are headed out on my beat up old broom to see if we can find a bonfire or two to dance around.