TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
They raised the rates again, plus, I pay extra for them to check on her every hour, and get her dressed and cleaned up every day.
Sat. I went (I also called and went in Thur and Fri, because the staff kept telling me that the dr was coming in and I checked in person, as I am doing with-difficult child's school) and P was in her Pjs but covered in chocolate, coffee, urine and who knows what else.
I called this a.m. because P was confused and upset and thought she had to leave the bldg. I calmed her down and told her that I would send in someone to help her get dressed, no matter what the circumstances because we pay for it. She was fine with-that.
The head nurse today just called me and told me that someone went in, and P told her that she never gets dressed until 11 unless she's leaving the bldg.
I responded, "P has dementia."
"Right. We'll send someone back in at 11, then."
"Good. by the way, I was in the other day and P was in her Pjs but covered in chocolate, coffee, urine and who knows what else."
"Oh, no, that's terrible. What day was that?"
"Saturday."
"That wasn't on my shift" (of course) "But I'll make a note of it. and make sure she gets dressed."
"She can be changed into another pair of pajamas if necessary," I said.
"Yes, she can. I'll make a note of it and put it on my 24-hour report."
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
This is the same thing that my little sister went through with Dad. The SAME THING. That's in Minn. This is VA. Doesn't matter. You have to breathe down their necks to see action. You have to call Every. Single. Day.
You learn which staffers are good and who just punches the clock.
I have to go for a walk. I'm getting a headache. (And yes, I have a call in to meet with-the director.)
Sat. I went (I also called and went in Thur and Fri, because the staff kept telling me that the dr was coming in and I checked in person, as I am doing with-difficult child's school) and P was in her Pjs but covered in chocolate, coffee, urine and who knows what else.
I called this a.m. because P was confused and upset and thought she had to leave the bldg. I calmed her down and told her that I would send in someone to help her get dressed, no matter what the circumstances because we pay for it. She was fine with-that.
The head nurse today just called me and told me that someone went in, and P told her that she never gets dressed until 11 unless she's leaving the bldg.
I responded, "P has dementia."
"Right. We'll send someone back in at 11, then."
"Good. by the way, I was in the other day and P was in her Pjs but covered in chocolate, coffee, urine and who knows what else."
"Oh, no, that's terrible. What day was that?"
"Saturday."
"That wasn't on my shift" (of course) "But I'll make a note of it. and make sure she gets dressed."
"She can be changed into another pair of pajamas if necessary," I said.
"Yes, she can. I'll make a note of it and put it on my 24-hour report."
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
This is the same thing that my little sister went through with Dad. The SAME THING. That's in Minn. This is VA. Doesn't matter. You have to breathe down their necks to see action. You have to call Every. Single. Day.
You learn which staffers are good and who just punches the clock.
I have to go for a walk. I'm getting a headache. (And yes, I have a call in to meet with-the director.)