my utter distress...my rage....my despair.
my dear friend demanded she drove me the 4 hours to my sisters hospital yesterday.
I knew it would be a defining day for her.
well, yesterday, as soon as I arrived I searched for the doctor whose name I had found out earlier.
very kind and caring she was.
she calmly explained that my sister wouldn't be sent to rehabilitation as had been applied for, numerous times in the proceeding weeks.
she told me, in a considerate way that it had been refused as she wasn't able to "sit in a chair for 6 hours" and until that, she wouldn't be accepted.
dear sister is unable to walk more than a few steps even with support and a frame as she is so weak.
I asked what the next step would be as she has been there since june...via ambulance to icu.....
she looked somewhat bewildered as said she wasn't sure. I asked if she would be sent to a nursing home.
bearing in mind sister has one half functioning kidney, stomas, osteoporosis, frequent need for a drip for dehydration.and is so weak that she is barely able to lift her head sometimes.
anyway, I went to the ward, and saw my sister exhausted lying on her side as the stage 4 pressure sore is through to the bone.
she smiled as I walked in, then gave me the news that she was "going home"
a 85 year husband with dementia in care, and she alone.
"going fucking home" I thought with rage.
how the crazy fuck can she be discharged.
11th floor flat, no friends or neighbours who can pop in to see if she is okay.(that is because abusive husband isolated her from the world...just me and you he always said)
she said a nurse would come every other day, and they would provide carers and a "stool" to help her in the kitchen...fucking hahahha.
SHE CAN'T EVEN GET OUT OF BED AND STAND UP.
she needs "turning" every 2 hours, who the fuck will do that at home.
she hasn't even got a washing machine, (all the incontinence bed linen etc?)
is this what happens.
discharged home, left completely alone until she dies.
I have asked/told staff numerous times I want her to come to me, or a placement close by, with medical help/advice and I will care for her, but it is never addressed.
I don't want to be one of these people who say after the person dies " it was awful"
what the fuck can I do now to help her.
I am so distressed today, oh yes, her fingernails are so long it was a disgrace, I tried to cut them but couldn't as they were rock hard...the calcium tabs had caused it..
she said her toenails were black and needed cutting..they looked "hideous"..her words.
I spoke to a nurse she said she put it "in the book" but said it would take "ages! to be done.
her hair still hasn't been washed since admission (june).
I went back to the doctor, with a fair amount of anger and said my dear sister is being discharged.
Doctor looked surprised, looked through the notes, and said the physio had recommended discharge...oh yes, for Wednesday...
what,
what,
what,
the fuck is happening.
doctor said she will call me today.
help/advice desperately needed.
is this what happens at end of life, just shunt them out, alone, in bed 24 hours a day, no emotional support, just 4 walls and emptiness.