Who Believes In Horoscopes?

Every day I think it can't get any worse, and then it does. I have had three days of migraine and I think it's finally gone for good, well at least until next month. Now things are getting better.

I am not a great believer in horoscopes and usually don't even bother reading them but for some reason this morning with my coffee I couldn't help but read it. I mean, I need all the help I can get so if the stars are aligned in my favour that would be good. Here is what it said for me today;

You are pursuing a very wise course of action, but you are anticipating flack for your efforts to do what you realize has to be done. Despite your fears, the outcome will be far more rewarding than you ever expected. Positive change is coming your way.

With a small nagging headache still bothering me and unable and unwilling to take any more pills I made my way to the hospital for my late morning visit and when I got there found my mom still in bed sleeping. It was 11 am for goodness sake, where were the therapists I wondered out loud. I was again advised that they were short staffed. I corralled the occupational therapists and together we got Mom awake, up, out of bed into a wheelchair. As I was wheeling her to the elevator to take her out for some fresh air, I was told that I was too intense and forceful and was expecting too much from the staff. Dumbfounded I looked at her and said, "if this was your Mom?". There was no response to that and later when I got back to the room she cheerfully helped me get Mom settled for lunch. I think they drew straws and she got stuck with me because everyone else is avoiding me.

Now, I have to be very clear here, I have not been abusive, I have never raised my voice or spoken in other than a respectful tone with any of the staff but I have expectations of how a human being should be treated in a hospital and stripping them of all dignity is not what I expect. I have questioned every bit of treatment, every drug, every test and insisted on the pacemaker. I have worked diligently with Mom to get her to stand, walk albeit baby steps, lift her legs, and exercise her arms. Since they won't or can't I really have no choice and it is working. Slowly she is regaining some confidence in her legs.

This afternoon when I returned to the hospital for the dinner shift, the social worker gave me the news that Mom was being transferred to rehab tomorrow and would even be getting a private room, no extra charge. Wow, it can't get better than that, looks like that stars are truly aligned in my favour.