Two days ago, I reported that mom hadn't had a good day.
It worried me.
Yesterday was wonderful.
They took her off morphine, gave her two units of blood, and she was back to her old joking self.
Today, she was to be released to a skilled nursing/rehab unit very near our house.
Dad packed up their belongings and was just waiting for the afternoon doctor to sign off. The ambulance was cued up to transfer her from the hospital to rehab.
"Not today" was the word from the doctor.
He doesn't like mom's blood pressure numbers. He felt it made no sense to transfer to a rehab unit, only to have her turn around and have to come back to the hospital.
I agree, but still feel like it's a setback.
I know she and dad are anxious to get moving forward toward her finally coming home.
We are, too.
I forget that we can't change time. We have to live each minute. We are not allowed to skip forward to the end, no matter how much we might want to.