My late mother had dementia and lived with us. She was hospitalised with a chest infection and a UTI. Previously, we'd had Hospital at Home for her, but this time the surgery wouldn't send out a GP, so she ended up in hospital.
I wanted her home, but she only lasted two weeks before she died.
To my shock, this time the Homecare Manager for the area (possibly a new start) insisted on equipment that our carers said Mum didn't need.
I was forced to throw out Mum's small double bed to make way for a hospital bed. I was forced to have a very old, very large hoist in the house. It was never used.
The Homecare Manager tried to bully me into throwing out a lot of furniture to make way for the hoist, but backed down temporarily when the care company under manager said that they didn't need it. Nevertheless, she insisted on the hoist being there.
I asked if the men delivering the bed would help me to carry the old bed into the garage. "Oh no!"
"You do realise that my husband has hemiparesis following his stroke?"
"No. There must be someone who can help you."
"No. I have no children and no siblings."
"Neighbours."
"The man next door has dementia. The man opposite has cancer."
"There must be someone."
"There isn't."
I had to drag that ruddy bed out myself. To this day, I don't know how I managed. (It didn't come apart, in case anyone's wondering.)
I've swapped experiences with other people in similar positions. I've dealt with two very good Social Workers and one useless SW. All the SW Home Managers that I've been aware of have been horrible - maybe because they're being pressurised.