On monday 21st November 2005 my partner cleo had a stroke. Since then we are bashing our heads against all the problems of rehabilitation and care that most people never encounter.This blog will be a record of our road to recovery and the thoughts I have along the way.....

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Day 65 - Bath Seats and Baited Breath

The day started with our first visit from an Occupational Therapy person assigned to the home care team. He did a general assessment of cleo's needs, and capabilities, and the result was that they will recommend a hydraulic bath seat. This is a piece of equipment that allows a person to be lowered into a bath, and back out, without having to be physically lifted by someone else (namely me) thus stopping the possibility of me injuring my back, or accidentally dropping cleo which would be a disaster for us if either happened.

Our view was that if we get nothing else from all this the bath seat will be a major bonus. We shall see whether it gets approved by social services. Further visits should occur from both nurses and home physiotherapy staff in the near future.

As I have said many times, cleo and I are a team, and we work best when we do that. Today we worked on the bedroom, adding a shelf for the TV, and making the place a little more organised, as well as tidying the kitchen, and sorting laundry. All pretty mundane stuff really but, in the bigger scheme of things these are important milestones. If cleo can manage to be able to use the washing machine, or dishwasher, she gains more independence and therefore needs less help around the house. It also means that she will be able to contribute to the household again, which she so badly wants to do. When we had finished upstairs she even managed to hoover some of the bedroom floor.

This afternoon it was off to physio with James and again he was working on her arm and hand.
cleo gets rather despondent because there still is no function at all, but James has hopes of getting at least something in the hand. He reminded her that there is still a fair way to go in terms of recovery within the brain itself, and that the way the hand is, and looks, he senses that it is close to being able to do something. I tend to agree with him.

We await that moment with baited breath.

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