They moved mom out of the hospital into a skilled nursing facility last week. Dave met with her psychiatrist yesterday morning at the facility, and all meds were reviewed.
The psychiatrist believes that she is currently on an adequate regime of medications, and with continued good nutrition (this is key), and physical therapy to get her strength back, she should fully recover.
All of this has happened since we walked into her room last Sunday and she snapped out of it.
Dave went in, after the nurses had told us how awful it had been (they said she'd been hallucinating, refusing to eat, and even kicked a nurse in the chest).
She knew who he was, and said she was hungry, and she fed herself, and she spoke coherently. I stepped in then, and she knew who I was, and made polite conversation..... and then she wanted the nurse to come get her out of the bed so she could use the rest room instead of her diaper.
She hadn't been out of that bed for 2 weeks.
The next day, she was up walking up and down the hallways at the hospital (with assistance, of course).
Yes. Just like that.
Since that moment last Sunday, she has spent far more time in this reality, rather than in her own little catatonic world, "off with the fairies."
So. It's looking a lot better this weekend than it did last.
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