March 8, 2013

March 8, 2013
OMG the last 3 days have been emotionally exhausting! My Dad is in The Villages at Southern Hills. All I have to say is… appearances are deceiving. It is not about how a place looks it is about the care you get. The first day Dad was admitted he left St. Francis about 10:30 am. His feeding tube schedule is every 3 hours. I am guessing they fed him about 7:00 am. The Villages did not feed him till 6:00pm that night. He told me he was hungry and I did not leave till they fed him. The nurse told me they were going to give another feeding close to that one. Apparently not checking and assuming on her part and did not know Dad was suppose to be fed every 3 hours instead of 6. I knew my Dad was frustrated and did not want to be there. I called Montereau and they thought they might have a bed available by Monday. Today was the worst day of all. When I came into my Dads room I noticed his feet were covered up. (He does not like them covered because he cannot move his feet.) When I went to uncover them his legs were crossed and twisted up. He then proceeded to tell me one of the aids who had changed his bedding was mean to him and was turning him like he was a rag doll. Dad was mad and upset. I went to talk to the social worker and nursing director. When I got back my Dad had been crying and said he did not want the aid back in his room. He did not know her name and was so upset he could only tell me she had short brown hair. Now I was mad! Today has been a day of going back and forth between nursing director/social workers etc. And it appears Montereau does not have any beds. I then went to Senior Suites and they do not have a bed either. I considered sending him back to the hospital because I did not want at The Villages if he was being mistreated. You know when you tell them this they treat you like you making this up and this person would not be capable of this. In the end I had to settle with them moving my Dad to a different room and that the aid, Sheila would not be allowed to come near my Dad. This is the weekend and I have nowhere to take him to. He needs skilled nursing and rehab that I cannot provide him. I told the social worker we would take it a day at a time since I cannot do anything over the weekend. I took him to the Villages because I could not get him back in Montereau and the Villages were suppose to have a good therapy team. Thank you Mary for sitting with gramps while I did the bed chase.