The same day, the medical care team came in to tell me when I'd be discharged from rehab. Apparently the physiotherapists gave a positive report, which is more than they did for me—with me, it was pain-and-suffering, drill sergeant, can't-you-do-better-than-that?-don't-cry-to-me-I'm-not your-mother!, but in their report about me to the hospital, all was sweetness and light. Maybe they just wanted to get rid of me by sending me off with high recommendations to home care. Maybe they had a particular hostility, based on past poor experiences, with my home care company? Stephen Hawking told Oxford, 'If you give me the First that I need to get into Cambridge, I'll go there for my higher degree. Otherwise, I'll still be here'--and the next thing he knew, they were packing him off with high recommendations.
Although this same day’s physiotherapist had a Sunny disposition, I wasn't able to bend the knee quite to the same level as I could the previous day, because that day's physiotherapist was an Irish redhead from West Virginia! (This gives 'almost Heaven' a new, higher, greater, more transcendent meaning.)
Since I couldn’t take home with me the machine that alternately squeezes the right and left feet, I was in the market for a large cat, tame enough to not eat me, large enough to purr and alternatingly retract and contract its claws, as cats do when contented, but squeezing them on my feet. Perhaps I should put catnip there?
A friend asked if I’d have therapy after returning home, said she was given a CPM machine to use at home to keep the joint flexible, and, yes, I was given one. The home care included a nurse and a physiotherapist visiting.
Meanwhile, that 'CPM' abbreviation amuses because in India it stands for Communist Party Marxist. When I said that, another friend chimed in that in hospital, ‘SOB’ stands for ‘shortness of breath.’
When yet another friend wondered if the hospital was rushing me out too soon, I replied to say, ‘They had me three nights in the hospital. Then, because I live alone, they put me in rehab for a week’, then started home care. The friend said, ‘Insurance companies tend to do that. If you think it is too soon, tell them’ and related how her son had nearly died in a car wreck and several time her insurance company tried to push him out and home when it was impossible to care for him adequately even in a nursing home.
My own remarks about being 'promoted' out of rehab to home care for ulterior motives on behalf of health care providers were intended humorously. The hospital staff treated me wonderfully. The replacement part the surgeon put in me I assume also meant that if it is called a rod (as is the implant in my broken arm), I can therefore say to the hospital, 'thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.' I'm fascinated in learning how the total system works.
A friend who is a retired RN assured me that nurses and therapists communicate patient progress regularly, the doctor is always available, and changes are made as needed, and said, ‘You will be fine at home.’