I'm sure you don't have to apologize for "going on", Kayla. (After all, people can always skip messages they don't have time to read.)
I will go along to the hospital and try to talk to the people, including the nurse who accused me of neglecting my mother. Of course I have to try to talk to them before involving her MP.
It is a long way from where I live and a long way from my mother's house. That was the main problem. If I'd known she would only be there such a short time I'd have got a cab each day, but we were told 4 weeks. Having lost track of the passage of time she may well have thought we'd abandoned her there. (She was very good at thinking of herself as abandoned, even before she got ill.)
Of course I don't know how much effort they made to get her to eat and drink. I know how difficult it was. I don't know who decides who gets put on a drip.
On the day I visited they'd just given her a shower and washed her hair, I thought that must mean she's OK as obviously on a bad day you wouldn't try to do that, would you?
She was put in a day-room in a semi-circle, with a noisy radio on, no-one asked the patients if they wanted to listen to that noise, she obviously hated it, and of course in those circumstances we didn't dare complain. That is one of the reasons why she was so reluctant to go in a home, the thought of sitting in one of those day-rooms with compulsory radio or TV, (I know homes aren't all like that), I mentioned in my letter to the hospital that if patients want to listen to the radio etc. they should have headphones rather than inflict the same noise as everyone else. It is very depressing to think of her being forced to spend her last few days in such a place, perhaps she thought it was permanent and therefore there was nothing left to live for.
Lila