Home at last
Well, finally Mum is back in her own room in the home. The hospital (I know we can't names) failed to wash her or her hair once in 9 days, have changed some of her medication, and at 4.30 today told us they couldn't arrange transport so if I wanted her 'home' for her birthday (tomorrow), I'd have to sort something out myself (despite having told me she'd definitely be leaving today at 10am - how long does it take to arrange transport when it's your formal responsibility?).
When we arrived at the home, 7 of the staff were waiting in the hall to greet her, hugs all round, fresh flowers in her room, get well cards and birthday cards all over, and one of the team stayed on after her shift to give Mum a bath and wash her hair.
So, I chose a good home. Now I just have to transport it, me, my partner and my so-called career to a city with a hospital with competent ward management. Ho hum.
Mum thankfully given all clear after all tests, although I've definitely noticed a sharp decline in comprehension this week. She's a lot more confused that before the illness, and a lot more disoriented. I hope this is the disorientation of the experience, and not another step downwards. But I shall be there tomorrow, presents in hand, to treat her to fish and chips and a glass of wine (favourites of hers, of course) for a birthday supper. Thank you to all of you for messages during an anxious, stressful (and occasionally ******* annoying) week - all very much appreciated.
If any of you have a relative who needs to spend time on a general ward in a hospital, keep your wits about you, visit as often as you possibly can and observe everything like a hawk - my impression is that mainstream wards have no idea how to look after a dementia sufferer. All the classics - tea left to go cold and taken away, meals taken away uneaten, nothing explained in a way that will make any sense to the patient, no realisation that may need special help with everyday life. I'm sure the ward staff are glad they won't have me on their back for the next few das, but I'm glad I was when I was.
Well, finally Mum is back in her own room in the home. The hospital (I know we can't names) failed to wash her or her hair once in 9 days, have changed some of her medication, and at 4.30 today told us they couldn't arrange transport so if I wanted her 'home' for her birthday (tomorrow), I'd have to sort something out myself (despite having told me she'd definitely be leaving today at 10am - how long does it take to arrange transport when it's your formal responsibility?).
When we arrived at the home, 7 of the staff were waiting in the hall to greet her, hugs all round, fresh flowers in her room, get well cards and birthday cards all over, and one of the team stayed on after her shift to give Mum a bath and wash her hair.
So, I chose a good home. Now I just have to transport it, me, my partner and my so-called career to a city with a hospital with competent ward management. Ho hum.
Mum thankfully given all clear after all tests, although I've definitely noticed a sharp decline in comprehension this week. She's a lot more confused that before the illness, and a lot more disoriented. I hope this is the disorientation of the experience, and not another step downwards. But I shall be there tomorrow, presents in hand, to treat her to fish and chips and a glass of wine (favourites of hers, of course) for a birthday supper. Thank you to all of you for messages during an anxious, stressful (and occasionally ******* annoying) week - all very much appreciated.
If any of you have a relative who needs to spend time on a general ward in a hospital, keep your wits about you, visit as often as you possibly can and observe everything like a hawk - my impression is that mainstream wards have no idea how to look after a dementia sufferer. All the classics - tea left to go cold and taken away, meals taken away uneaten, nothing explained in a way that will make any sense to the patient, no realisation that may need special help with everyday life. I'm sure the ward staff are glad they won't have me on their back for the next few das, but I'm glad I was when I was.