Disaster Averted

On Tuesday, we finally chose an extended care “residence” (their word, not ours) for Bev. We picked out one of the available apartments there, and then began the preliminary steps for discharge from the rehab place. Which, unbeknown to us, has ended up being quite an extensive procedure. Even lengthier, however, is the process to get into the new place. Besides filling out mounds of paperwork and securing numerous doctor signatures, we had to arrange for Bev to undergo an “interview” to make sure that she would be “a good fit for the extended care community.” Yikes! An interview!? I really sweated that one out all day long today. I just imagined the stories that Bev might tell the folks from the new senior place. I worried that she would possibly use some colorful language or even tell them all where to go. And I thought for sure that she would inform them that she had no intention of living at their @*%#& facility. Apparently, all went well because she was accepted this afternoon and can move in on Saturday. WHEW! We have been attempting to clean some of the furniture (*gag*) at her house and plan to move it into the new apartment tomorrow. Along with all of the other paraphernalia that emphysema-riddled, Alzheimer’s patients need. I will try to remember to snap some photos at Bev's new place this weekend. I only hope that she doesn’t despise it too much.