Learning some harsh frustrating truths during this journey.
If any of the alleged health care professionals my mother has dealt with had actually listened to me instead of ignoring me and treating me like a delusional doting son I believe she'd be on the mend already. If they hospital staff had listened to me during her first stay, the second might not have been necessary. If they'd kept her there for a few more days during the second one and given her time to recover a bit before shipping her off someplace else, she would have coped with it better. If the rehab center staff had listened to my very reasonable suggestions instead of worrying about their routine, she wouldn't have suffered a panic attack and wouldn't have wasted a day under sedation.
I thought that a few weeks in rehab would be great for her AND for me but apparently I have to be there most of the day in order to prevent them from trying to push her too hard too fast. I have to be there to ensure that the meal delivery person puts the tray within her grasp. I have to make sure she gets her proper BP meds BEFORE she undergoes the stress of exercise. I have to make sure the therapist of the day (always a different one) gears the plan towards HER needs and not the therapists schedule.
I made sure I was there today for her session and lo and behold, no need for sedatives. She sat up and stayed up under her own power for longer than she has in weeks. She worked muscles she hasn't worked in weeks. Afterward she looked better, moved better, felt better, moved her bowels better, made more sense and demonstrated improved memory. All of which I predicted.
It's kind of maddening. I thought that maybe I'd get the chance to catch up a little and be temporarily freed from having to do all the work but now it's actually going to be harder. But whatever, I'm on top of this and I'm going to make those people work for their money, they're not going to load her up on xanax and let her rot in a corner on my watch. From now on I'm the boss where she's concerned, not disinterested therapists, bossy nurses or quack doctors. Sorry, but had to vent. There are some kind helpful souls there but I'm not letting their stupid corporate mentality screw her over, no way no how.