So Frustrating!

Wow.  So who knew that the marketing directors of assisted living facilities were no better than used car salesmen?  I mean, they are supposed to be guiding you towards what is best for your loved one...right?  Wrong.  They just want their rooms filled and your money in their pocket!  Do I sound a little annoyed?

So my poor Mom has been through it!  First she falls and breaks her leg.  Then she goes into a SNF (skilled nursing facility) for rehab.  We choose a SNF totally on the hospital's recommendation and find out, this was not a good idea!  How the hell do you know?  The place sucked.  It literally stank, the care was  worse...well, the physical therapist was good, but the aides were really rough with Mom and so she ends up back in the hospital!

The aides used a hoyer lift with Mom.  This keeps them from having to work with her when she transfers out of the bed to get to the bathroom.  Now I am the first to say my Mom is frustrating!  but I have worked with her before when she had her hips replaced...and if you just give her TIME she will do it.  Well the aides didn't want to give her time, nor have her yell at them...so they used a hoyer lift...big sling that puts your hips in internal rotation...big no-no for hip rehab.  So she's back in the hospital.

Then John and I go to all this trouble, trying to find out for sure! if the new place can handle her...medications, rehab, skilled nursing...all of it!  The director assures ME that they can do it, as soon as Mom is discharged.  Then when John calls and starts asking questions...she's not sure!  But she still pressures John to take the room - Oh, and we will only charge you half rent, b/c your Mom isn't here yet.  LIARS!

I have been in the medical field for over 10 years, but I can't figure out how to find a clean, safe environment for my Mom.  It doesn't help that I am in St Louis and my brother and Mom in Boston.  And it sure as hell doesn't help that we can't get a straight answer from anybody!  I want to take my friends, who are in medicine, to Boston, and have them help us get this worked out.  I just hate it that my Mom has to pay the price of us learning how the system works.  Yes, she has caused much of her own pain...but I want to kill somebody when I think of those damn aides forcing her into a hoyer!

OOh!  I need dishes to break!!!!  Today, this blog is about venting...it may not make any sense, but I just needed to vent.