It is a coincidence i should see this post after a day of writing a letter of complaint to our local authority.
We have had a mixed experience with carers. Our local authority council carers were the best of the lot. They are on the best pay and conditions and get petrol allowances, and they seem to be the happiest in their jobs. However, we only had them when dad first came out of hospital and was getting rehabilitation. Then, it went onto private agency care paid for by the council. One or two of them have been ok. They turn up on time at least and some of them try to help my 85'year old mum by stripping wet beds in the morning, bagging dirty pads and slips, and taking clothes down to the washing machine. I know how hard it is to get the right people to do this important job, and we so appreciate the kind, good carers who do the job for the right reasons. But some of them don't deserve to be called 'carers' ...it's a contradiction in terms.
Last night my mum phoned me in a right state about one particular agency carer who has been there before and is absolutely terrible . They are all given half an hour to attend to dad, unless it is a bath day where he gets more time. Last night, the 'carer' came in, went up the stairs with dad, stripped him and dressed him in his pj 's in less than ten minutes. In that time, she could not possibly have washed him, or put his diprobase cream on, or helped him with his teeth cleaning etc. dad is doubly incontinent, and because of this, and sitting in damp pads, the carer is told to help him wash twice per day. Anyway, the woman then came downstairs alone, mum said, are you going to your next client now, and she said no, I have to wait for half an hour to phone in or I don't get paid. So mum said, where is my husband then, is he in bed? The carer said no, he is coming down now, and plonked herself on the settee and sat watching the telly! Mum went out to the the hall to find dad, confused and frail the poor old soul, standing at the top of the stairs, no slippers or dressing gown on, his pj's wrongly buttoned up, he was shaking and asking he if he could come down!! My mum is a little mouse and would not give the carer a mouthful, she didnt know what to do. If I had been there the madam would have got a slap! Mum had to go up, help dad into his slippers and gown and down the stairs and sit in her own home in an awkward silence, while this lazy bisom sat on their couch reading their paper for 20 minutes until she phoned in to say she was finished and going to her next client and left! There is more....leaving his clothes where she stripped him and just thrown in the doorway for him to possibly trip over, wet pad thrown in the bath etc...but it would take forever to list it all here....suffice to say i was horrified, and called the agency and the council this morning to say we never wanted that carer to attend to dad again, and have written a letter of complaint. Mum needs help, not a 'carer' who by her very presence brings grief and worry and upset. All the training in the world would never make this woman a 'carer '. I suppose there are always some bad apples, but there must be other people who are under the care of this woman, perhaps alone with no one else to look out or them, perhaps frightened or unsure to make a complaint, and she is whizzing through the job in ten mins and sitting on their couch watching telly and getting paid for it! It makes my blood boil!!
Sorry for typos and wrong spelling....this iPad is awful to type on!