My brother's birthday is coming up. It's November 1. I think this birthday will be a lot better than last years. Last year, my brother was at the old nursing home and I don't think they did much for him on the day. My husband and I took him out for dinner, but we didn't spend too much time with him, because we had so much driving to do back and forth.
This year, my husband is out of town. I think he is supposed to get back in time, but you never know. I plan on taking my brother out for dinner. There is a very nice restaurant that he used to like going to, in a big shopping center, near his new nursing home. I don't like the restaurant very much. It's Italian, with very big portions, and I eat too much when I go. But I don't care. I am so happy that he is doing better, it's improved by attitude about taking care of him.
By coincidence, he will start a new HMO on his birthday, which means the nurse practitioner can start seeing him, which I have concluded is a good thing. I don't think the nursing staff is capable about detecting changes in his congestive heart failure, but the nurse practitioner works on his floor. I think it will be much easier to contact her when I think something might be going wrong.
Meanwhile, the new nursing home has just asked me to fill out a very long form for the State of Illinois so they will pay for his nursing care. They want me to go back for five years and dig out bank records, tax forms, etc. I am going to ask our case manager to help out and find out if we really have to do this form.
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