Almost same story, just a different day.
Yesterday when I arrived at the facility, Mother was in the dining room. She had spilled her water, the ice was still laying in her lap. May I ask why did she even have the glass in her hand, she is suppose to be fed as she cannot use her hands and arms well enough to do it herself. The dining aid said she would not eat anymore-not true-she did eat a little more of her meal and ate all of her desert and drank all of her tea.
I intentionally left Mother in the dining room, after I finished feeding her, just to see what would happen while I went to the store to buy her some sweets. After returning from the store, I put away her sweets and hung her clothes and waited probably 10 minutes before she was returned to her room by the hall aid.
Mother is to go to bed immediately when she is returned to her room. Lo and Behold!! the aid disappeared! I asked where she was because mother needed to be put in bed. She had gone to lunch. Yes, she probably needed to eat, but do her job first. I was so upset that I called the DON at home only to get the answering machine, but I did leave her a message. Two nurses came after giving meds to one resident and put Mother down for me.
Mother can barely move her hands and arms—she would move (more like a twitch) her right hand and look at the bed. This was the only way she could tell me that she wanted to lie down. This action on her part brought me to tears because I could do nothing to help her. I am only 5′ and have a small frame (it is well covered), there is no way that I could get her in bed without hurting both of us and possibly us ending up on the floor. Mother weighs about 140#. If Mother had been sitting contently in her chair, I think maybe, I would have been okay to wait for her to be put to bed, even tho her orders say different.
On a brighter note, She smiled at my brother when he went in last night. He said it was the first time in a long, long time.
Another adventure unfolds tomorrow.
Either my brother or myself visit Mother almost every day and at different times of the day, so they have not a clue when we may show up and even when we are there, Mother does not get the best of care. I have been told that Mother can not receive ‘one on one care’. That I do not expect, but I do expect her needs to be met in a timely manner. I pity those who have no one to visit or just a visitor every now and then.
Til Next Time