@Elf1 thank you! I am certainly taking advantage of the 24/7 carers while we have them. Been sleeping better and have even done some walking at night. Contemplating taking a Barre class tomorrow evening! @Mojo333 I am SO sorry about your dad. You must be suffering right along with him. And frazzled beyond belief. "Is not about his new assisted living"? What am I missing? And does he regain his health each time? Hospitals are not hospitable places except for bacteria. I was So Glad Mom got a private room on the ortho ward instead of a dingy double next to a poor old lady who was, with her son's help, trying to hide her upcoming cancer surgery from her out-of-town husband. Mom Hip Report: I got there about 2:30, with a grocery bag overflowing with snacks, and prepared to stream a recent Glyndebourne Opera production of.... Die Zauberflöte!!! Her hospice&me planned pain med schedule had been implemented (yay!), she'd eaten well at breakfast and lunch (yay!), was sitting up high on her wedge system, wide awake. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed would be a good description. She even used non-mean ironic sarcasm correctly on something that she would have pre-dementia -decline. Sarcastic irony? Clear wide open eyes, good smile-muscle tone in face, all so good to see and hear about. She ate the bigger half of a banana in about 5 bites. She is very hard to convince to snack! Child of the Depression.... PT news-- bro is not going to throw any more time and brain power at trying to work with hospice on appropriate PT. So, we'll work with a guy I mentioned somewhere above, and hope to start next week! Hospice nurse had been by and had a glowing report for me by text later. I think she changed the dressing again too. Staples have to come out next week. I don't want to be there! I know they're faster than sutures, but please, this is my mommy you're working on, Dr OS! Today is Day 8! Wow!!! I am debating if we should skip the followup at 3 weeks. If it's got a bad xray, we're not going to do anything anyway, and hospice will let us know if there's fever (infection). Mom won't be walking well, and won't ride a wheelchair, and all in all it would be a huge day of trauma that no amount of ice cream on the way back to her place could salvage for me. Trauma got old along about last Thursday. I think this is an "enough is enough" situation. Can anybody see flaws in my thinking? Things I've missed? Dementia report: it is likely that the current caregiver, plus that wonderful feminine urine-wicking system in the hospital, have taught her incontinence. UGH! I believe that dementia responds to that old "good day bad day" recovery thing that we all have done. We did stream the opera after much faffing about (did I use that right, Team UK?) with my computer not even registering the bluetooth speaker so having to start all over on my phone. We heard act I. Mom dozed or blissed out for most of it. Sleep is good for the recovering hip! Act II tomorrow, I hope. I'm watching along on my phone and it's a fabulous production, with some nice voices. Good night all!