hope is a thing with feathers

Thursday morning somewhere around 10 am, I was at the Discovery Museum with Cheshire and the boys when Cheshire received a phone call from The Price Center.  The director of Julia’s program was looking for me. Cheshire handed her phone to me, I verified that he had the wrong phone number for me—one digit off—and then we got down to the content of the call.  

I braced myself. Out of habit. In my experience, calls from directors are rarely good news. Some behavior, some serious concern, or in the worst situation: “You need to come pick your daughter up immediately.” When Julia was in school, there might be an occasional call about not-so-bad news, but generally and since kindergarten, calls from the institution are not good news. 

Thursday was different.

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friday afternoon

I wrote a note to the supervisor of Julia’s current day program this morning, thanking her and the staff for the care they’ve shown to Julia over this past year or 14 months. Julia was expected to begin her new placement at The Price Center on Monday.

Transportation called and Julia was set to be picked up on Monday between 7:45 and 8:15.  The dispatcher said the window will get smaller once the route was established.  

I emailed DDS and The Price Center checking to make sure everything is ready to go for Monday and asking for confirmation. I kinda’ really wanted confirmation from as many people as possible because I was nervous.  We have been exchanging emails all week to get ready for Monday, and although Monday has been in everyone’s email, I don’t have a definitive, absolute pronouncement that all ducks are in a row for Monday.

Will this be a soft landing?  Will this be the right program?  At least, an appropriate program for this moment? Will Julia like it?

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the ride

Morning wait for The Ride.  Julia takes The Ride to her day center.  The Ride is our MTA van transportation for people with disabilities.  We are lucky to have something like it. Sometimes lucky; sometimes a curse. 

The Ride is safe, the drivers are helpful, the interface be it on computer or the phone are relatively effective.  The flaw in the scheme is reliability.  The Ride is notoriously unreliable.  So much so that Julia new day center does not allow clients to use The Ride to and from the center.

And I understand.

The Ride comes early, the Ride comes late, and sometimes it doesn’t come at all. A few times, The Ride has come to the wrong address and left, blaming Julia for not being available. Occasionally, they have used Lyft to pick Julia up from her day center and the Lyft driver has no idea that Julia will not be waiting outside for the Lyft car. 

Using The Ride for the past 15 months, I’ve come to understand how and when to communicate with the dispatchers.  If I find out that a Lyft vehicle will be used, I call and ask that the driver be given specific instructions. No one likes doing this. When The Ride fails to show up and I call the dispatcher for an immediate re-schedule, I refuse to be transferred to a department where I can lodge a complaint.  I don’t want to complain, I want the ride.

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healing

Eleven days into the new year and I have been sick each and every day.  What a way to begin something new no matter how artificial the construct of time and new years are. 

So, first off, I am home and have been since late Tuesday, arriving by ambulance because I was attached to oxygen. I am participating in a Home Hospital program. I am still technically a patient of Newton Wellsley Hospital—my wrist band and IV port prove that—but I am getting my care and monitoring at home. I needed to meet some health criteria—after lots of tests to rule out other causes for my condition, I was found to be relatively stable and treatable —as well as home condiitons like a supportive carer.  I wear a very sensitive arm band which is constantly monitored, two nursing visits each day, PT and PA visits and daily deliveries of meds. It felt like too much activity the first day to keep track of everything. Meds are delivered by the nurses when they visit but I must coordinate for myself the early morning and late night meds including five times using the nebulizer during the day.  It felt like too much to take in and actually do on Wednesday and I was quite grumpy about it all.  It didn’t help that my cough was still wicked then and answering either in person or on the phone was tortuous for everyone. 

For me; however, this is a great program. I am home.  Julia, who had a hard time when I was in the hospital, is doing much better with me home. Other than the visits and care that I am getting, there is nothing more that a hospital stay could offer me.  And I have my best carer, Ed, seeing to what I need.  I feel a bit guilty for all the cooking and shopping and cleaning up and caring for Julia and just making me as comfortable as possible that he has done.  But it is lovely having his support.  He is much more than taking-up-the-slack these days. 

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back to a drawing board

Disappointing email on Friday morning came in as Julia and I arrived at an anime convention in Westford.  

Nice thing about Another Anime Convention, yes, that is its name, is that there is a special ticket rate for those, parent or caregiver, who are there only for a kid. “Parent in Tow” is on my badge and I didn’t even have to explain why I wanted the rate accompanying an adult. The badge had some limitations but it was plenty for us.  I went to the “game shows” and the panels, including one very interesting one about women writers and performers in ancient Japan. Julia most enjoyed the hand sewing workshop that was pretty useful and very well done. The “Parent in tow” badge was about a third of the cost of Julia’s day badge. Convention tickets are expensive and I appreciate the break. So good on them!

Back to the email.  It was from The Price Center. The day center that I toured in August and was so excited to hear that there were openings in the program that I was most interested in for Julia. Back in August, it took more than a week to get Julia’s DDS referral packet to them. I don’t know whether that delay was the cause of the disappointing email. Really, may have or maybe not, but if it was, it is pretty rediculous to think Julia lost out because her referral packet was delayed by days.

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