Gabbie on the run

Recuperation from the fall

The recuperation from the fall

My hospital visit was prolonged because they wanted me to go through rehab. I was concerned that I'd be farmed out to some oldsters' home to receive therapy treatments, It turned out it was in the floor below my room. The nurses there were awesome. They treated me lie an old friend who needed TLC. One of them, a lady names Jules was so comical. I liked her like I liked Becca who was a no nonsense type but they both gave me an extra blanket when I was feeling chilly. It seemed so heavenly to have a warmed blanket to snuggle under.

The director of the rehab hospital had an unpronounceable name. He's Indian. He had an unassuming demeanor and fooled me to think he was the janitor. (Note: always treat everyone with respect and don't assume they're the hired help!) We got along once we recognized each other.

I think being cared for is such a luxury, despite the cost of a month's confinement in a big hospital. The main think that I noticed was that they were kind to me despite my being poor as a church mouse. If it weren't for Medicare Advantage, I'd be facing a long few years of paying for their care. (Note: For those who are nearing 65, I'd see if there were any insurance coverages that would give one a break!)

Next time I blog, I'll talk about going to physical therapy, Have a nice day!