I went to work this morning. It was nice. It felt normal. Ted got to work and Amanda was at the house with one of her staff girls. No hospitals. Every one was good and doing something normal.
This afternoon, per Amanda’s desire, we moved her back to her apartment. Ted made a check list for her staff so they could keep track of her medications as well as documenting her O2 sats and heart rate and making sure Amanda does her breathing exercises. I am going back this evening to spend the night there. Ted was planning on getting up really early tomorrow morning to leave for PA, so I might even sleep better at Amanda’s apartment if I don’t get woken up by him. I also want to make sure that Amanda is okay her first night back. Things aren’t going to be like they were before her hospitalization. We were just getting used to Amanda in her apartment and were finding a new ‘normal’. Now we have to find it again. Plus, we are kind of on a holding pattern until Wednesday’s trip to Children’s Hospital. Who knows what can of worms that will open up.
When ever I think of trying to get things back to ‘normal’ I always think of the movie “Young Frankenstein” by Mel Brooks with Gene Wilder, Marty Feldman, and Terri Garr. Dr. Frankenstein sends Igor to the brain bank for a brain for his monster. Igor drops the brain he went to fetch and, well, grabs another one. I had to share the scene with you:
It’s the joke around our house that when things aren’t going well, things are ‘abby normal’. If an abby normal brain can result in a monster, well an abby normal life around here results in discord and uneasiness. But patience and perseverance will have to rule while we wait for Children’s Hospital and the doctor’s there to examine Amanda. I only want her back to the best she can be so she can enjoy life in her own place. I don’t like abby normal.
Here’s hoping we soon find a normal.