Earlier this week, the rehab center ran some blood tests on Kel’s mom. They found that she had way too much rat poison (warfarin) in her blood and her blood was too thin (thin? what does that REALLY mean?). Upon that discovery, they sent her to ER to monitor her closely. They adjusted her meds and kept a close eye on (what exactly?) before sending her "home" (the rehab center) today.

Before leaving Charleston earlier today, I got an email from Michelle (who’s been staying with us providing a lot of wonderful support while I’ve been gone and Kel’s been wrapped up in providing coverage (and dealing with) this insane VT massacre) stating that Mom was being moved back to the rehab center. As such, I stopped by on my way home from the airport.

She seemed to be asleep when I got there. I stood just inside the door to the room. I didn’t want to wake her if she was actually asleep, but I did want to talk to her. After waiting just a minute or two, she opened her eyes and saw me. She was really happy to see me.

When I pulled out my camera, she was concerned about the appearance of her hair. I assured her that everyone just wants to see her smile, so I told her to smile pretty while I took the picture. After I took the picture, she told me she was getting pretty…

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She showed me that she could move her right arm quite well, but she still has trouble with control of her fingers. She also reasserted that she was going to get better…

Michelle stopped by (before I did) and brought her some of her mail, including a slew of catalogs. Surprisingly, Mom wasn’t interested in looking at them - which is pretty atypical of her pre-stroke behavior (and she was a big fan of QVC…)

Before I left, she told me I was beautiful. Now I’m really concerned about her mental recovery…