The
news of imminent transfer to the Rehab ward finally came. A rehabilitation specialist had assessed
Carolie’s readiness for transfer. A
coordinator came by and indicated she would oversee her period in
rehabilitation from an administrative perspective.
We were excited at the prospect of graduation
to the final bridging stage to home. I
made a reconnaissance trip to the ward and introduced myself to one of the
nurse managers. I got the general
‘lowdown’ on what to expect from the daily ‘regime’. The rooms generally contained two patients,
although there were sole occupant situations.
Meals were at fixed times and must be attended by patients – no meals in
bed!
The rehabilitation gym was the
focal point of morning and afternoon activity, with one afternoon off a week
allocated to case management meetings between therapists and nursing
staff. There would be no
dilly-dallying. I was getting the
picture – we were on our way to a form of rehabilitation ‘boot camp’. It should have come as no surprise that the
labyrinth was going to reveal another ‘interesting’ byway - always be careful
what you wish for!
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