Today I transported Jack to a place he doesn't want to be. It does seem somewhat dismal and he is upset being there. He is trying to cooperate with the staff and was open to hearing my explanation of what would happen there. He is there for at least 20 days of rehab as the next step from the hospital. He has a roomate named George. The space is small, single bed and dresser, a walker with wheelchair in the hall. He has an alarm bed and a pad on the floor. His call button is looped through the metal rail on the bed for if he needs to go to the restroom. I took him 3 days worth of clothing and will be washing his clothes myself so that they do not disappear. They will get them marked tonight. I told him I would be back in the morning after Piggy had time to go out and not be an accident waiting to happen. He said "Where is Ira?" as if he should do that and when I said he is in St. Louis with his family he then said "Well, where is Jessi?" ...that explanation ensued.
I know this blow to the head and UTI and Pneumonia have stressed his body and his mind as well. I think he remembers some of his life but it has chunks missing. I do know this. The PT folks had him write a sentence and he wrote "I love my wife, Lynda." I sat beside him on the bed for awhile rubbing his back and he was almost asleep when I left. Part of me wants a break but my heart is breaking for him. I promised to love him and do well for him as long as we have a life together. I took the back way home and cried a loud mournful cry all the way here.