So Connie is now in the rehab facility. It is a long way so we were not able to visit everyday. When we did come we tried to talk with her nurses and read up on the doctor reports. We stayed there as much as possible. With a 2 year old in tow it is kind of hard to stay in one place for to long. Well the longer she was in there the less hope we had of her being able to do anything for herself again.
Her daughter, husband, and I all began to talk. I was convinced along with my sister-in-law that her staying in long-term care was best. Our decision was mainly do to the TPN. With everything having to be so sterile we felt more comfortable in her being in some sort of medical setting. So then the day of her discharge came. Everyone was there waiting till after her husband got out of the meeting.
When he walked out and told us he was bringing her home I was livid. The social worker said that is where she wants to be and her husband said ok. My sister-in-law and I both stated she was not in her right mind and had no business making those choices. The social worker got on her hind legs then and told us according to the state she was competent.
We began talking to nurses and other staff members and found out she had been telling them all kinds of off the wall things. Of course she was convinced it was the truth but 99% of it was wrong. When a state worker goes in to test a patients competence they do it alone. So of course she is going to "know" stuff and if no one is there to correct her then how is the state supposed to know if it is fiction or not. I had nurses and CNA tell me that she should be staying there.
Well needless to say we all kind of felt betrayed. Her care was going to rely on family support. The family as a whole should of made the decisions. Now I ain't saying we should drop her off and not come back. I flat out told her husband that we can always check her out if we feel like we can take care of her on our own. Just because she is in long-term doesn't mean she will have to be there the rest of her life.
My sister-in-law and I were convinced he wanted attention from the church and help paying all of his bills. And sure enough he got the attention and money he was after. See after Connie became sick her shitty husband let the house go to shit. They started having mice and bugs. Plus the place had so many fleas do to neglect of the two dogs they had.
Well her husband was a handy man. He did work on our landlord's various properties along with work that the pastor needed done. And I was meant to come up there and take care of Connie for hours on end. See since she was bed bound someone needed to be there all the time.
The first day I went to watch her I found her in a soaked gown. I was furious. Not so much that the gown was wet but the fact that it had been like that for hours. I had to bathe her and change her clothes and sheets. I was livid. Now after that I went to refill her cup. It had a lid and a straw so she could attempt to do it herself. I went to rinse it out and there was mold. Thick mold in the straw and along the edge of the cup. All I said is WTF is he doing letting you drink out of this.
Well that isn't even the half of it and it just keeps getting "better". Stay tuned for further details into Connie's story.
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