I went to see Jim yesterday, walking the mile and a half to Victoria Care Center. I had packed my lunch, thinking I'd bus into town later, but as it turned out, I ate there. The scenario:
--When I got in, I asked to see Lily, the social worker, as I had several questions regarding Jim. She wasn't available, but the receptionist took the message. Went to Jim's room and he wasn't there.
--The nurse told me he was in the dining room, so I went there. Tables for four were set up (along with some nice Christmas decorations and lights around the room) and I was greeted by a young woman seated at one of them with Jim and two female residents. It turns out she's a psychologist and was there to help them with swallowing or something. Actually, she was very nice, as were the women and we had an enjoyable time.
--I asked is it was all right for me to eat (the lunch I had brought, of course), and she was fine with that. (I didn't mention the IPA and Jim actually got a kick out of that.) We ate and talked.
--Jim looked considerably better to me than he had before and he ate most of his lunch. He seemed fairly "with it," too--for Jim, that is. I told him Greg had said hello and that Mike and Vivian had been here for Thanksgiving, and he remembered them.
--I accompanied Jim when a aide wheeled him back to his room. Earlier, he had said he can walk with a walker; I assume not without, though. I was saying goodbye when his roommate, Steve, asked if I would open the drape (he's on the window side). I did and chatted with him for a bit. He has several guitars and a music amplifier (I think it was), so I asked him about it and it turns out he's a musician. He's not young--probably seventy or more--and told me he has some kind of internal problem. Anyway, he seemed a nice guy.
--Said goodbye to Jim, then searched out Lily, the social worker, at her office. However, she was at lunch, so I said I'd call her when I got home.
--Did so and was stunned at the news: Lily said that the 100-day max that Medicare would pay was over and that somebody from the Agency on Aging was looking into private placement for Jim; she added that Jim has agreed to it.
--I called the agency and left a message asking to be called back. I want to know if Jim's in a conservatorship (Lily said he wasn't) and any other information I can get, if they'll let me.
--Called Vickie later to get some insight from her re the situation with placement in a skilled nursing facility. Doesn't look good if you don't have money and that prompts my frequently-noted truism: In this country, there's only one god and his name is Mammon.
Other than all the above, I started writing out my Christmas cards, a task that will continue for several days. Noreen called and it was good to know she's feeling better emotionally. We made a date for lunch on Tuesday, when I want to show her the magnificent growth of amaryllis she gave me: