Update: Another Move...

I'll start with some positives. Mike is tracking things with his eyes, and his little hand movements have grown to movements from his elbow down on his left side. He looks better every day.

Now for the bullshit. And no, I don't mind using that kind of language here. At all.

I just got a call from Mike's hospital that he has reached the end of his 20-25 day "limit" for his stay there. I expressed that this news came with great surprise because I was told he could be there for "months" at this "long term" acute care hospital, and it is not appropriate for me to learn this just now.

It also really gets to me that the state is requiring he do an invasive test to see if he got a bacterial infection that was running around their ICU. I already aired my concerns regarding what appeared to me as a non-medical professional to be unsanitary practices, and I have never once been given an update by a neurologist or respiratory therapist.

On a more petty note, the nurses took the cupcakes I left for Mike's visitors on his birthday and put them in their break room, so no one got any. So fine. Let's go somewhere else. I'm tired of y'all anyway.

So what's next?

• He doesn't yet have the improvement needed to go to Craig, the world-renowned rehabilitation hospital here in Denver that exclusively specializes in neurorehabilitation and the #1 choice of the rich and famous, including Christopher Reeve. This is where he needs to be. Send all of your love to getting Mike to a "Level 3" so they will take him and work their magic.
  

• He doesn't meet the requirements for in-patient rehab.
  

• There aren't any beds available at any other local dependent care facilities.
  

• So she's going to look at places that are farther away. As in out of town.

Please send peace, calm, tranquility, understanding, wise decision making, and hope. And maybe a single day off of work on a miraculously sunny, 80 degree day in January.