I'm getting so frustrated with the Rehab facility where Mum is at the moment - well, with the healthcare personnel she's had over the last five weeks or so. They seem to see that diagnosis on Mum's paperwork and start speaking slowly and carefully as if to a child or someone who has lost it completely.
Prior to this fall where she broke her hip and shoulder, Mum was 'high functioning' i think is the phrase. She lived on her own, cooked her own meals and managed really well requiring very little by way of support. Apart from a short spell of confusion in the immediate aftermath of her fall which could have been down to shock, pain, pain meds anything, she has recovered well.
They decided yesterday that they were going to see if she could manage her meds. I said she wouldn't have any problem as she'd been doing so for years, even reminding me to take my own! Well tonight this god-awful nursing sister came bustling in, ordered me out with a pointed reminder that I was there outside of posted visiting hours [and I'm going to continue to do so if this is the kind of care she's getting]. I hovered outside the door and I could hear this harridan treating my poor mother like some simpleton. The more hectoring she got, the more stressed Mum got. When I eventually got back in Mum was really upset. Apparently she'd not managed to pour the proper dose of a liquid laxative which she had never had prior to her hospital stay. This nasty creature had just shoved a list of her medications under her nose and wanted her to say which medication she took next and Mum had really struggled under pressure. After this nurse had gone Mum said she was upset that she had 'got it wrong'. She'd been so upbeat about her progress but when I left she was really down and despondent.
They see the word 'dementia' on the record and seem to think it doesn't matter how they speak to them.
I hate to do it but I can't see any option but to make a formal complaint.
Prior to this fall where she broke her hip and shoulder, Mum was 'high functioning' i think is the phrase. She lived on her own, cooked her own meals and managed really well requiring very little by way of support. Apart from a short spell of confusion in the immediate aftermath of her fall which could have been down to shock, pain, pain meds anything, she has recovered well.
They decided yesterday that they were going to see if she could manage her meds. I said she wouldn't have any problem as she'd been doing so for years, even reminding me to take my own! Well tonight this god-awful nursing sister came bustling in, ordered me out with a pointed reminder that I was there outside of posted visiting hours [and I'm going to continue to do so if this is the kind of care she's getting]. I hovered outside the door and I could hear this harridan treating my poor mother like some simpleton. The more hectoring she got, the more stressed Mum got. When I eventually got back in Mum was really upset. Apparently she'd not managed to pour the proper dose of a liquid laxative which she had never had prior to her hospital stay. This nasty creature had just shoved a list of her medications under her nose and wanted her to say which medication she took next and Mum had really struggled under pressure. After this nurse had gone Mum said she was upset that she had 'got it wrong'. She'd been so upbeat about her progress but when I left she was really down and despondent.
They see the word 'dementia' on the record and seem to think it doesn't matter how they speak to them.
I hate to do it but I can't see any option but to make a formal complaint.