It’s Tuesday morning in the bush-adjacent highlands of Far North Queensland. Yesterday wasn’t quite as productive as I’d hoped.
I had a good meeting with Donna at Carinya, which is the one care facility where we’d already gotten the ball rolling last year, and which Ann had actually approved of, for a spare moment or two before later accusing me of wanting to lock her up. But the upshot of that meeting is that she’s very pessimistic that a permanent space will become available in the timeframe that we need. So consequently, we need to broaden our search.
I had a meeting with a substititue social worker (“discharge nurse”), Tanya, at Atherton Hospital. The main person in that role, Peter, was off. Hopefully I’ll meet with him soon – I’ve had some positive interactions via email with him. We got the name of two companies that each run multiple facilities down in Cairns metro. I made some calls but so far all I have is an intimidating pile of paperwork and applications to fill out, no appointments to visit anything yet.
Tash came by the hospital again, and Ann seemed more alert and… well, not “happy” but at least less grumpy, about things.
I decided to leave earlier in the afternoon, to avoid ending up back at the house after dark. So I came back to the house, found something for dinner for myself, and was a bit of a vegetable for the rest of the evening.
Here’s another wallaby from mom’s driveway.
