Thought I'd drop in with an update.
Gran was collected from the hospital yesterday, and was rather apprehensive about the move to the care home. Mam and my aunt dealt with her with kid gloves, and got her to the home. Whilst getting her ready to leave, the other patients in the dorm told Mam that Gran was frequently up during the night, walking the ward and touching one or the other of them, although not one member of staff told us this was happening. She is now on a diazepine drug, apparently, which no one told us about either. The staff in the home told us that it was to calm the patient, but it could also make them agitated? Why did no one at the hospital tell us that they'd changed her meds?
Whilst everything went according to 'plan', Mam found it all very traumatic. Gran was very clingy when it came to Mam leaving to try and let the staff orientate her, and Mam didn't know how to handle it. She and my aunt left, telling Gran they were going to the shop and would be back to see her shortly, whilst the staff took her off to get some tea. Mam found that hard to do, and was choking back tears today at the thought of seeing her and her being clingy again.
We arrived this afternoon to see her, to find her wandering in the corridor, looking for lord knows what. She was pleased to see us, had a lovely smile on her face and reached for Mams hand straight away. We took her to her room so that she could go to the loo, and she was in need of dry clothes. We sat in the conservatory with her, for a while, and listened to her telling us about one and the other of her housemates, (none of which was right, obviously) and then took her to join the others for a cup of tea. She was ok when we left, happy for us to go and to come back tomorrow. I promised her I'd be back tomorrow to see her with a cake for her, she loves cake. We asked if there was anything she would like from her house to be brought down for her, and she couldn't think of anything as yet. The staff have told her that she is there to convalesce from her recent stay in hospital, and we've told her that there is work being done on her house whilst she is there. She agrees that she shouldn't be in the house whilst there are workman there, (!).
The home rang mam earlier, to let her know that Gran had been sick and they had put her to bed. I think that was possibly down to a greasy dinner when she hasn't had an awful lot to eat in the last two weeks. She had fish today, and I wonder if it was a bit too heavy for her. Nothing since tho, so we presume she's settled.
I'll be going back in the morning to see how she's settled. Man does this feel wierd, I guess we'll get into some sort of routine given time. I sure hope Gran settles, and finds peace where she is.
Gill
xx
Gran was collected from the hospital yesterday, and was rather apprehensive about the move to the care home. Mam and my aunt dealt with her with kid gloves, and got her to the home. Whilst getting her ready to leave, the other patients in the dorm told Mam that Gran was frequently up during the night, walking the ward and touching one or the other of them, although not one member of staff told us this was happening. She is now on a diazepine drug, apparently, which no one told us about either. The staff in the home told us that it was to calm the patient, but it could also make them agitated? Why did no one at the hospital tell us that they'd changed her meds?
Whilst everything went according to 'plan', Mam found it all very traumatic. Gran was very clingy when it came to Mam leaving to try and let the staff orientate her, and Mam didn't know how to handle it. She and my aunt left, telling Gran they were going to the shop and would be back to see her shortly, whilst the staff took her off to get some tea. Mam found that hard to do, and was choking back tears today at the thought of seeing her and her being clingy again.
We arrived this afternoon to see her, to find her wandering in the corridor, looking for lord knows what. She was pleased to see us, had a lovely smile on her face and reached for Mams hand straight away. We took her to her room so that she could go to the loo, and she was in need of dry clothes. We sat in the conservatory with her, for a while, and listened to her telling us about one and the other of her housemates, (none of which was right, obviously) and then took her to join the others for a cup of tea. She was ok when we left, happy for us to go and to come back tomorrow. I promised her I'd be back tomorrow to see her with a cake for her, she loves cake. We asked if there was anything she would like from her house to be brought down for her, and she couldn't think of anything as yet. The staff have told her that she is there to convalesce from her recent stay in hospital, and we've told her that there is work being done on her house whilst she is there. She agrees that she shouldn't be in the house whilst there are workman there, (!).
The home rang mam earlier, to let her know that Gran had been sick and they had put her to bed. I think that was possibly down to a greasy dinner when she hasn't had an awful lot to eat in the last two weeks. She had fish today, and I wonder if it was a bit too heavy for her. Nothing since tho, so we presume she's settled.
I'll be going back in the morning to see how she's settled. Man does this feel wierd, I guess we'll get into some sort of routine given time. I sure hope Gran settles, and finds peace where she is.
Gill
xx
