No Dignity

So, it turned out that winning the appeal only bought her two extra days at the SNF. She’ll be discharged on Saturday. I was all set to appeal again, but what I found when I stopped by after work yesterday changed my mind.

It was dinner time, but she was lying in bed in a borrowed t-shirt, no pants and a soiled diaper. There was feces on the bed sheet. I went running for a nurse, who sent a CNA to take care of it. He (the CNA) also went to the laundry to find her pajamas, returning with the set that I bought her for Christmas. The pants were soiled and I said “Oh, these are still dirty.” He told me no, they’d been washed – it’s a stain. They were in perfect condition when my niece brought them over there a few days ago. Sigh. Though they quickly got her cleaned up when I asked, I wondered how long she would have been left there in a soiled undergarment if I hadn’t come to visit.

Tonight I got there about 5:45, a bit later than usual because I had a chiropractor appointment for the pain I’ve been having in my left shoulder and down my arm. She was lying in bed with the dinner tray untouched on her table. When I asked if she wanted to sit up to eat, she tried to move and winced with pain – telling me her private area was so sore that it hurts to move. Again, I ran to the nursing station. It was the same male CNA as last night who came, and he told me she’s been having diarrhea since yesterday and she says it burns, and it’s clearly aggravating the rash on her backside and between her legs. I asked if they were doing anything to treat the diarrhea, but he didn’t know. Her adult diaper was, again, soiled. The CNA got her cleaned up and put some ointment on the rash — and watching her wince with pain and grab the bed rails while he applied the ointment made me feel as if I was standing by and watching her be tortured.

I asked the nurse on duty for her section if they could give her something for the diarrhea that the CNA reported has been happening since yesterday. She said she would have to talk to the doctor tomorrow, but in the meantime she would hold the stool softeners. Yep, you read that right — she’s been having liquid bowel movements for over 24 hours and they were STILL giving her stool softeners! Y’all should admire my restraint that I simply agreed that this sounded like a good idea and didn’t lose my temper.

Thankfully Mom did feel enough better with the ointment that she was able to sit up and eat a little bit of her dinner, and the CNA was nice enough to take her plate away and rewarm it — since by then it had been sitting out for over an hour. When I left she was cheerfully finishing the last few bites of her banana pudding (the only part of the meal she finished) and looking at the book of word search puzzles I brought for her.  But I will be so, SO glad to get her home on Saturday to a place where she gets the personal attention and care she needs…. and, more importantly, a place where they truly CARE and manage that care in a way that still affords her some dignity.

 

 

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