DAY 115
Oh, yes. I woke up with a huge grin an overwhelming sense of relief today. This was to be the day mother would be leaving the hospital and begining her journey through rehabilitation; or so I thought.
I arrived at the hospital an hour before she was meant to be transferred. Mother was in very high spirits, despite apprehensively wondering what rehabilitation might hold for her. We waited an hour, then another. 2 hours after her transfer time had passed, a nurse finally appeared. Apparently she would not be going today, there was no room for her. Oh, yes. Again, communication failure and massacred hope. Mom didn't take this gleeful news very well (possibly due to lack of any treatment of her Bi-Polar disorder since July) and lashed out at me like this was all my fault.
Upon arriving home I informed the family, all of which were considerably more shocked than me.
When will this nightmare end? No really, when?
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