About a month ago MIL (78) tripped and fell for the 3rd time in a week. We had to call paramedics to get her off the floor, again, sent to the ER, and she's been in a rehab facility ever since. Turns out MIL fractured her right leg, right above her knee replacement.
MIL is absolutely chomping at the bit to come home. Husband and I agree that to come home she needs to be able to get up and walk to the bathroom or her commode on her own. If she can't she'll have to go to a board and care home. When she fell and fractured her leg, it was from getting up in the middle of the night to use her commode.
Personally, I don't want her back. There's no screaming, no arguing, no trying to bait into arguments and pick fights because she's bored. I can take a shower in peace and not have 6+ missed message asking, where are you? what are you doing? where are you? I need something.
I can sleep at night without fear of MIL falling on the floor and screaming at the top of her lungs for somebody to come get her, and then having to call the paramedics in the middle of the night. Then having to get up in 3 hours and go to work at my job.
No answering a text message and finding that she's shit her pants and dragged it from one end of her room to the other and smeared it all over the floor.
And, for the last month, NO ADULT DIAPERS TO CHANGE.
It's like being able to take a deep breath for the first time in years.
Thanks for listening.