Consuela, I meant to say, that sounds wonderful, and I hope your mom settles in easily.
Thanks, Zen, and everyone else! I saw a nice yellow lab guide dog in the lobby when I was just over there, which I think is a good sign. Step one is to get through the visit and assessment without Mom freaking out.
Then there will be buying new furniture, boxing up the small amount of their belongings that will fit in the new place, dumping or storing everything else (I finally get the KitchenAid, yay!), getting various forms signed, and moving them in.
At which point Mom will lose her shit because she's not going to be in control of her own medications.
But we're also going to change their physicians to a clinic the place recommends, which specializes in geriatric care and has a bunch of specialties on site. And with that we might be able to get a handle on her mental health issues: the meds aren't doing the job, and might even be making things worse.
It's going to be hella stressful for the next month or so... t crosses fingers