"Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya, Tomorrow..."

"You're always a day away"

And so is rehab.

I don't know what to think any more. Way back last Wednesday, I sat with dad and the Nurse Care Manager came into the room to tell us that due to the catheter that dad had, rehab at "Center A"was not an option. She pushed for "Center B". They had a bed. Yippee!

Now, a week later, and still no closer to rehab than the day he was brought to the hospital, we are told by a second Nurse Care Manager that "Center B" would not take dad with a catheter and "Center A" would take him and would be well equipped to handle his urinary issues.
Great! When do we go? We have the suitcase packed. Just give us the word.


No, really... give us the word.

please?

It is one issue after another. Catheter in. Catheter out. In. Out.
Nurse puts in, dad pulls it out.
He's not a good patient. Maybe the rehab centers heard about him. Maybe they don't want him and are stalling until we give up, hoping we find some other un-suspecting rehab center.

Dad is going in and out of his senses. A friend tells me this is typical for stroke / elderly patients. So dad is not in the hospital because he's crazy, he's crazy because he's in the hospital.

I come to the conclusion that things are not going to get better until he gets out of the hospital and into rehab. But he can't go to rehab until things get better.

"Hello? Is anyone else hearing this?"

I'm also coming to the conclusion that the person/people behind the camera that is following me is at times twisted... getting some sort of satisfaction out of prolonging this whole ordeal.

It is again Wednesday and Sue takes over for Lisa.
And things get much worse. Dad now has a fever, is shaking, projectile vomit (oooh, I am SO glad I'm not there today), and pretty much out of his mind.
I'm guessing no rehab today. Just a shot in the dark there.

Blood cultures will take three days... eh no biggie... we're really losing hope on the whole rehab thing anyway.

I wonder if the hospital would  mind if we painted dad's room a different color. Perhaps a more cheery color? I mean, it is a bit drab. And if he's going to be there a while, it would be nice to spruce it up. I'm thinking some window treatments might do the trick?

Okay, so that's probably not an option.

So instead we'll just wait for tomorrow -

Annie started out this one... I think she'll help me close it out...

"When I'm stuck in a day that's gray, and lonely,
I just stick out my chin and grin, and say,
Oh
The sun'll come out tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on 'til tomorrow, come what may"