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Monday night my mom called and asked me to stay over Tuesday because she was very upset and didn't think she could stand being alone. So I went up to Yonkers, we visited my dad (who was much better), shopped for an electric razor for him, and went home. She made steak for dinner and then we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral, which I'd loved the first time I saw it and love this time. I was worried my mother would get upset by the funeral but she was ok.
Today we went to St Joe's and got there just as he was returning from Occupational and Physical therapy. Lunchtime. My mother was worried when she saw spinach on his plate, because she was under the impression that he couldn't eat spinach or cabbage while on Cumiden...so as my dad got pissed off (he's murder when he's hungry)I went to the floor desk and asked what the deal was and they told me they'd ask for the dietitian to come up and meet with us (only four days after he was admitted). Maura came up and explained that he can eat some items with Vitamin K (that's what can cause trouble with cumiden) as long as the Vit. K intake is relatively stable over time. She's very nice and after lunch the four of us met and my mom told her what my dad likes to eat and what he hates. My dad was having trouble talking today--we think it was because he was tired from the 2 hour physical therapies.
Maura was terrific. We talked about some other problems we were having--my dad had not received a toiletry kit or even cups and pitcher of water since he'd been admitted. And we're not sure anyone helped him take out his bridge --it certainly was not wet in the container my mom left for it. So suddenly we're aware of all this and Maura said she would tell the nurses desk to get him everything immediately.
He has a new aide today named Doris (my mom's name) and she was very helpful. She got him set up, once we explained that he didn't have anything. But I wanted to complain about the fact that no one did all this on Friday when he was admitted. The social worker (or Maura, I can't remember) suggested I go directly to the nursing home administrator so I did. I left a message with her secretary and was told she'd either call back or that I should stop by her office.
My mom and I left at 2:30 when dad was going to speech therapy and I stopped in the admin office when my mother went back upstairs because she forgot something. The woman was great and very responsive. I told her that I was surprised that there was no one to coordinate ANYTHING with us from the first day on. That I met with the three therapists yesterday on my own. That I met with the social worker on my own. And that I surprised that no one had approached us and met with me and my mother from the get-go. Supposedly the head nurse was supposed to do this but boy did she not. Instead of having one meeting with everyone who would be dealing with my dad, my mother and I have had to find and explain everything piecemeal: what his abilities were before he had the stroke.
What's interesting to me is the similarity to my own experience in the hospital in London back in January. Lack of information as to what is going on, what should be going on. And no coordination among different departments.
Anyway, I'm tired and got to work. I'll be going back tomorrow for a few hours.
Today we went to St Joe's and got there just as he was returning from Occupational and Physical therapy. Lunchtime. My mother was worried when she saw spinach on his plate, because she was under the impression that he couldn't eat spinach or cabbage while on Cumiden...so as my dad got pissed off (he's murder when he's hungry)I went to the floor desk and asked what the deal was and they told me they'd ask for the dietitian to come up and meet with us (only four days after he was admitted). Maura came up and explained that he can eat some items with Vitamin K (that's what can cause trouble with cumiden) as long as the Vit. K intake is relatively stable over time. She's very nice and after lunch the four of us met and my mom told her what my dad likes to eat and what he hates. My dad was having trouble talking today--we think it was because he was tired from the 2 hour physical therapies.
Maura was terrific. We talked about some other problems we were having--my dad had not received a toiletry kit or even cups and pitcher of water since he'd been admitted. And we're not sure anyone helped him take out his bridge --it certainly was not wet in the container my mom left for it. So suddenly we're aware of all this and Maura said she would tell the nurses desk to get him everything immediately.
He has a new aide today named Doris (my mom's name) and she was very helpful. She got him set up, once we explained that he didn't have anything. But I wanted to complain about the fact that no one did all this on Friday when he was admitted. The social worker (or Maura, I can't remember) suggested I go directly to the nursing home administrator so I did. I left a message with her secretary and was told she'd either call back or that I should stop by her office.
My mom and I left at 2:30 when dad was going to speech therapy and I stopped in the admin office when my mother went back upstairs because she forgot something. The woman was great and very responsive. I told her that I was surprised that there was no one to coordinate ANYTHING with us from the first day on. That I met with the three therapists yesterday on my own. That I met with the social worker on my own. And that I surprised that no one had approached us and met with me and my mother from the get-go. Supposedly the head nurse was supposed to do this but boy did she not. Instead of having one meeting with everyone who would be dealing with my dad, my mother and I have had to find and explain everything piecemeal: what his abilities were before he had the stroke.
What's interesting to me is the similarity to my own experience in the hospital in London back in January. Lack of information as to what is going on, what should be going on. And no coordination among different departments.
Anyway, I'm tired and got to work. I'll be going back tomorrow for a few hours.