When John went back to the VA and was put in the ICU, two people in dark blue coats stood outside near the nurses' station. I had a vague memory of "I know him." He was waiting for something, looked in John's room, and the biggest look of surprise hit his face. He turned to his coworker to point to John, and she had the same astonished look. They were the two people that got John from the VA to HUP that first night in the ambulance. They were almost certain they were pushing along a living corpse. Everyone, including me, thought he would die that day. They were thrilled. So was his original doctor.
I haven't given up hope. I'm just also accepting that no matter how God does this, it's the best move for all concerned, (even if it doesn't feel that way sometimes.)
Today he got a visit from some lady pitching a rehab. First time we heard numbers. After 20 days, (and everyone seems to think this will take five weeks, but I keep thinking they're the same people who can't believe John has been in ICU for 11 weeks, and in the hospital for 12 so far, so it could be six or seven weeks too), it will cost us $165 a day. IF we can prove we're financially strapped (and we're fine financially, just as long as nothing goes wrong lol), they might cut that down.
This is my thought, it's like we need shelter and someone offers us shelter. (And John really does need rehab, so we have no problems with he goes to rehab. We want that!)
"Quick, move in right now! Don't worry about how much it cost, you'll love it. And then once you're moved in then we'll deal with the money part. WE decide how much you pay. All you have to do is show us all your finances so we can."
Not even! Tell me how much you're charging us a day, and I'll figure out if we can afford it. I'm a grownup. I know our finances. I know what we can and can't afford. Besides, they already know! The VA doesn't treat just anybody off the street. They need to know that you're a vet, and they need how much you make per year to see if you fit within the guidelines they have to use their services. John fits. I don't. They know that because they already have the paperwork that proves it. And, besides, they also know how much we make didn't change for this year, because there was no cost-of-living increase for Social Security recipients.
That's enough knowledge. That and our say-so.
And John's doing exactly what I feared he'd do, if he goes into a rehab that will cost us. He's planning on bailing out and coming home the second he thinks it costs too much. I already told him he can't do that. I don't have the physical strength to help him enough. And, more important, I want him to go back to chopping fresh veggies. Seems like a simple task, but he doesn't have the dexterity to do it. He's been working on just walking. I know he needs dexterity in his hands. Right now, he can't even get his fingers to go straight. He loves cooking dinner. I want him to do that again. (That and he's so far better at it than I am. lol)