Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
mom feels better when you're there
granted some can survive without much attention and there are plenty of lonely souls at hoca
I did a late night bed check on the Viking tonight - I gave her some water, we said our prayers and she fell asleep in a cheerful mood dreaming of pancakes for breakfast -
I would have preferred to stay home tonight but I'm glad I went instead
At this point you may remember that line from Desperate Housewives "if life has taught me anything, it's that blind faith is not my friend."
And how depressing that I've already forgotten the speaker. Teri Hatcher. Thank God! - I was about to book myself in...
And this bit "they couldn't really tell if this was causing the sore through friction or was because of her discomfort"
H'm. Well, let's have a little think about it, shall we? Why would a little old lady all of a sudden take to wriggling forward in her chair, given a) that she hasn't before and b) for her, it takes considerable effort that she'd rather spend on snoozling. Would our money be on discomfort forcing her to move, ya think..? And might that be because nobody's checked on her positioning or that her incredibly expensive bit of kit is being maintained properly..?
I don't know how you haven't hit anyone.
I was only coming on to complain about all dresses being vile and ugly and surely to God some highly paid designer can manage to sew up an entire seam without feeling the need to leave unexpected bits of you hanging out - what's with all the midriff and shoulder gaps? Don't they get cold? Have they no fear of draughts?
Though I did see one I liked a LOT until...
"Oh. No. That's Katherine Hepburn, isn't it?"
'Deed it was. Sadly, I in no way resemble the marvellously stylish Ms Hepburn plus I doubt if the fabulous dress is still on sale. Maybe it should be.
It still raises my BP to think back how angry I got when I couldn't get anyone's attention when mom developed a fungal rash during her nh stay with sepsis last year - grr
does the roho have to be inflated ?
I can't imagine anyone checking a cushion at hoca and now that you mention it, I should try to figure out the expected life of mom's which is not air filled but contains mineral oil - I always ask staff not to put her footrests on her chair so as not to puncture it so instead they get thrown on the floor - one is now broken and more than once I've found the padded leg rest twisted backwards with her leg against the metal rod 😡
I hope they are able to treat the sore quickly, and that your mom is getting a protein shake to help the sore heal
And if I was not there in the morning checking I STILL wouldn't know anything about it and they STILL wouldn't be checking her chair. Trust us. Yeah.😠
typical evening chaos in the tv room - short staffed again
occassionally, hoca will use an outside agency to cover when they are short- tonight I noticed an older woman sitting in the corner so I assumed she was a new resident - no, she was from the agency
your post made me cry
who can explain any of this
Silly me thought I was doing my mil a "favor" by trying to get her involved in making breakfast biscuits...
She (my mi) just attempted to eat them uncooked.
they have activities in the evening? Is that because you have more daylight hours?
usually, 6 - 8 pm at hoca, everyone is piled into the tv room until it's their turn to be put to bed - oftentimes, it's chaos with not an inch of room to spare
I've watched them bake cookies and that involved the activities person setting up in the lounge with an electric hot plate and basically demonstrating making No-Bake Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies while she attempted to engage people in cookie making conversation. I wonder what the bread making involved, reading the ingredients as she dumps them into her bread machine? And at 6:30 they would have only just gotten everyone cleared out of the dining room - I guess they didn't want the option of fresh bread to spoil anyone's dinner?
Ah the energy crisis, speed limits were reduced here too - I can remember my father saying that people wouldn't slow down until gas reached $1 a gallon (lol).
But fuel efficiency is greatest at 56 m.p.h. and plummets proportionately over 60, which is why the 70 limit was originally imposed during the 1970s oil crisis - nothing to do with safety. This topic is branded on my consciousness for reasons I won't detail except to say that it formed part of my most catastrophic academic experience ever (I was also a bit drunk, for which the college was entirely to blame - and I'm sorry I ever started this tale...)
I believe, but don't quote me, that it's only in Germany that it is still technically legal to drive as fast as you like, and then only on the Autobahn. I remember they had an internal wrangle about road death prevention a few years back but it came to nothing; and if you think of the average Bavarian's chin wobbling at the thought that his BMW 7 series will have nowhere to play any more it's not such a surprise. Their equivalent of gun control, I suppose.
It's an anomaly among many an EU directive where the general rule, as outlined by Sir Humphrey Appleby, is that: "the Germans will love it, the French will ignore it, and the Italians and Irish will be too chaotic to enforce it. Only the British will resent it."
But anyway I have to go and face it. Off I trail, tail between legs...
And thanks MsMadge, I did check the sign in book but nobody had signed in at all that day, since it is just a lined notebook in the vestibule most people ignore it if they see it at all.🙄
Am stuck and fed up. Thought I'd be green and public spirited and take the train to go and see Daughter 1 this weekend. How anybody plans a train journey online if they haven't got all morning to do it beats me, messiest website I've ever seen. Plus the journey takes 6 hours instead of 4, not including getting to and from the stations. And then the kicker is it will cost twice as much as driving my little car (as long as I don't get bored and gallop her along at 85, which is illegal as well as poor fuel economy but sometimes you just can't stand another minute of being stuck behind trucks or aggressed by Midlands Man and you lose the plot rather), plus I won't have the car with me, plus I won't be able to drop in on Son on my way home if that works out...
Groan. Four hour drive and a numb bum at the end of it it is, then... bleah.
did the guest have to sign a register to enter the facility?
Anyway. I'm commenting to say that I'm watching all kinds of movies and shows and documentaries since I'm mostly in bed these few days, and right now I'm watching this biopic called Big Eyes about the artist Margaret Keane. Fascinating stuff, about how her husband took credit for her art for years. The movie is directed by Tim Burton, and I like the look of his movies. It's fun looking, a colorful feast for the eyes imo.
I will look for the RBG doc.
ETA: The RBG doc was aired on CNN a night or two ago, but is unavailable to stream from any other place (Netflix, Amazon) right now.
Forgive where my mind went. The NH staff does want to know where you are,
AT ALL TIMES! They call you at home just to make sure you are there, and not
at the NH. Lol.
If this were true, congratulations! You made it! The best advocate for a patient there ever was! They are so nervous about being slackers, they are monitoring your wherabouts.