As soon as I arrived yesterday Dhiren said `Come on. Let`s go home.` He looked disturbed.
The atmosphere in the sitting room could have been cut with a knife and it didn`t take me long to suss out what was happening.
The wife of a new resident had been complaining constantly about the facilities, the lack of activities, the lack of someone to talk to, the décor and the other residents in the home. She queried the number of staff on duty, asked staff about their hours and made what I and they considered inappropriate comments.
Her husband P is a lovely man in the early stages of dementia, only in a home because of his wife`s ill health. He is chatty, quite articulate, relatively mobile, but uses a walker because he is at risk of falling.
His wife is quite right. The environment in the home is not suitable for P who is far more able than the rest of the residents.
Today she had arranged for her husband to be assessed by the manager of another home and upset staff with her comments about the home.
She upset me too.
Wife `I didn`t see you last week.`
Me `I was visiting a friend.`
Wife `You get about don’t you. You leave your husband here for others to look after and go where you want without a care in the world.`
Dhiren , who has better hearing than I have and often unexpected comprehension, continued to ask when we were going home.