New Digs

This dispatch is coming to you from the 3rd Floor at Summit in Oakland. My mom was accepted to the acute rehab facility and will be here for 1-2 weeks. The social worker at Alta Bates emphasized the rather strict criteria they have for patients here so when she returned a few hours later to say that my mom had been accepted, Nora said she felt like she'd gotten into Harvard.

Ralph oversaw the transfer from Alta Bates this morning and while there have been some understandable hiccups that come with an intake day at a new facility, we're getting settled in. The room is new, spacious, and once again has a view of SF and the Golden Gate Bridge (I wonder what they could get for this place on Craigslist...).

While here, my mom will get a minimum of 3 hours of physical and occupational therapy each day to rebuild her strength. They take a holistic approach to rehab so also have a social worker, a nutritionist, therapy dogs, and apparently even someone to cut your hair (my mom asked about getting a touch up on her hair color too). The goal here is to emulate the outside world as much as possible, so they have patients get dressed in their own clothes in the morning, go to the dining room for meals, and try to have as much of a routine as possible. She was nervous about moving over here but overall feels good about the care and work she'll be doing in order to get home as quickly as possible.

And now for some pics of Úna. I can't share my favorite from today, but suffice to say that little missy discovered if she flashes her bum at me I will laugh pretty hard so she has returned to that joke-well more than once...