Your love, encouragement, and prayers have seen us through the past few days, and I'm more grateful than I can adequately express. The words Thank You are pretty spare. I appreciate each of you and thank you for your comments and remembering my mother-in-law at this time!
Thank you...so much.
And yes, 6 days of emergency housecleaning CAN be done in a short amount of time, given the right circumstances ;-)
I wrote a post yesterday, but pulled it. I tried keeping it short, but had a lot of frustration that came out in the few minutes I had to check in with the computer.
I will sum up.
You cannot move a patient hours away without their morphine pump. This is not rocket science. But obviously it takes three days to figure out.
You also cannot feed chicken fried steak chunks, toast, etc. to a patient that has been on pureed foods since admission. Again, not rocket science. We could now have fed a homeless person quite well on the trays that have been left sitting uneaten because of this.
You cannot feed uncrushable whole pills to someone who only takes liquids through a very small syringe. Again, not rocket science.
And do not call me every 30 minutes for the past 2 1/2 days I spent at home waiting for medical equipment (because I was told I had to be home for that) and tell me you're considering delaying transport ANOTHER DAY because there is no one to ride in the transport vehicle with the patient. I would have stayed there to begin with. Oh yes, and as long as I'm registering some suggestions, do not try to transport said patient multiple times when no equipment has arrived at my house yet.
I don't THINK this is rocket science...???
Please do not patronize the caregiver (me). Please don't insult me and then smile at me as if I'm the imbecile. Please do not assume I know all your medical terms. Please do not act as if I know NO medical terms. Please do not ask me if I know how to raise/lower my mother-in-law's bed after I've been with her in this same room over a week night and day. Please do not ask me if I'm the paid attendant when you see me every day and re-ask me that question every day to be told I'm the daughter-in-law.
We're being moved to a different facility before Mima gets to come to my house, unless they have still not figured out by noon today that she requires pain meds in transit since they're keeping the morphine pump here.
I dream of a smooth day with no patronizing, mo more glued-on smiles.
Please, God, let there not be a flat tire on the way to the other place...