Home at Last!

I have become a remote observer from Victoria, so rely on telephone conversations and emails for blog material. Last Wednesday, Bruce and Bob gently escorted Tashie  out of the St. Charles rehab unit, and back home to Camp Sherman.The first many hours were busy with her team: therapists (occupational and physio), her case manager, etc. They were assessing Tashie's environment, scheduling therapies, and generally planning her care. He first night at home was a rough one, probably due to the peaks and valleys of settling into a new space and a new routine. The second night she slept almost like a baby, and the third night (last night) she slept really like a baby. She has lots of work to do in the realm of therapy: walking, exercises, regaining muscle, and loosening areas of tightness and tension. At Tashie's request, Clarke brought the felines to CS for a visit.  They have become so used to being piled into their crate and into the car for Tashie visits that they seem to regard the mechanisms of travel with amazing aplomb.