I know they have to be hard-faced cows to do their job properly but ye gods, the combination of aggressive hassling and the complete lack of a formal process we are experiencing with arranging Mum's discharge - aaaargh.
Two weeks ago, a minuted "family meeting" where they told us some bits about Mum's (extensive) needs (nothing we hadn't observed already and said they would need to do an assessment and then they'd report back to us.
Last week Tuesday I talk to therapists as I happened to see them while visiting (so I informally I thought, totally unminuted obviously) who suggested her needs remained high, so I started to look into where nursing homes had spaces but not even decided which daughter to live near.
Wednesday, medics tell us 'another two weeks probably' , so we think good, time to look at a few options and start visiting.
Thursday the discharge manager starts hassling us (by phone) to come in for a meeting. My sister is unwell and I live f*ing 100 miles away.
Monday I make the journey and she starts out with 'if mum goes home xyz' and I say 'how will that work??' (it would be bed bound in nappies with 4 visits per day - for someone newly half-blind and with drastically progressed dementia) She goes off to check (more than once) and its oh yes she needs a nursing home, yet at the same meeting 'you've had two meeting already we need a decision and for you to progress this. We start tonarrow down search.
Rings again Tuesday and then again today "Its fFriday tomorrow we really need to progress this".
Jesus my sister is having cancer followup investigations (which I told her). I live 100 miles away (which she knows). She has my email address, yet persistently phones and texts. So tempted to block her number tbh.
And breathe.
I know she's just doing her job, but the way she combines a saccharine head tilty 'ah bless' when I tell her about my sister's medical appointment then whips out the cudgel.. aaaauuuurrrrrrrrgggghhhh!!!!
I don't mind admitting I went to the bottom of the garden and just had a good cry.
Are they all like this? They just grab you and give you a completely unminuted hassle session? No-one has actually formally told us the assessment has been done or what it revealed. Nothing in writing. Just 'fuck off and sign up to a £2000/week care home in the space of four days'. Grrrr