It's the post we've all been waiting for. I've finally exhaled.
It was no small feat, let me tell you. I almost went apoplectic yesterday. He was in the nursing home chasing people down to find out the name of the company to deliver the equipment. I was home trying to reach company to find out when delivery was going to happen. The social worker gave the company the wrong phone number to reach and they had been trying since Friday morning. 7:30pm almost everything, the most important stuff, oxygen equipment and wheel chair.
He started on them when he woke up this morning. My friend and I arrived at 11am and he was outside and waiting.
The at-home case manager came by. It wasn't nearly as bad as everyone had made it out it was going to be. She was very friendly, helpful. She just loved our animals. She was surprised by how well is compared to most people she sees. Thinks he was ready to come home a couple weeks ago.
The nursing home didn't set up half the stuff they said they needed to get done before he comes home. It's all been left up to me. Such liars they are. Oh well, I'm writing everything up and soon they will be hearing from the State. I have a website full of numbers to call in the coming days.
His first order of business was to pet his cat Bootsie, who ran away from him frightened with a big puffy tail. They'll all come around. The bunnies have more bravery and have been checking out the O2 equipment. Nippit likes to lick the tanks.
Then he went to his office and read all those posts since February 16th when this whole nightmare began. He says he will right a guest post in the next couple days.
I keep running down the hall making sure he's really here. I think I might drive him sane with constantly asking are you ok, do you want anything. Aaaah, he told me to go relax and I don't know what to do with myself, now.