I was not very happy at the rehab center tonight. I found Mom with no blanket or sheet upon her laying in feces. She has a huge bed sore now on her back side. The aides, and I here at home for the last 2 years have worked hard to keep her skin good and no bed sores by moving her. It all went to hell in a handbasket in less that a week in the medical community. There was only one Aide on the whole floor tonight. I helped her change the sheets and clean Mom. I washed Moms hair and the Aide could not find a basin. She gave me a urinal instead. It looked like a new urinal but, I thought what the hell. We are better equipped at home. I put up Moms Christmas tree and wreath and she told me she felt better by the time I left. I took her nightgowns and put one of those on her. I am going to talk to someone there tomorrow. I never want to find her in that way again. I am going to have to go every day to make sure all things get taken care of or God knows what is bound to happen there. At the end of the hallway they had lockdown on the mental ward. I thought it was so strange they had the lights turned up to full blast on these people with mental illness. To me it would make sense to subdue the lights to get them ready for bed to relax them. I hope our Aides can go in there starting Monday. Between our Aides and me it will be Moms only fighting chance. We have to be her advocates because she has no voice in her weakened state. She was the most conscious though tonight than she has been in a week. She remembers nothing of what happened of getting sick, or of being at the Hospital.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 04:12:54 +0000
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