And Now... He's In Bed Eating Babyfood? WTF!
Thursday, December 15th, 2022 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozefestaudioSo, if you've been following the saga this week, on Tuesday it looked like Dad was definitely in a tailspin toward the grave. Then on Wednesday, he was magically perfectly lucid for the first time and they were saying he'd be all ready to go home by Christmas Eve.
So I go visit him today and... still perfectly lucid, so that was nice! It's sticking! He's presumably past all the delerium now.
But at 2PM, he was still in the hospital bed, undressed, in a diaper, with a tray that had three bowls of fully pureed food, in front of him... which he had not touched. And he was half asleep!
I woke him up and asked if he'd been out of bed, and he said no. And he said he wasn't going to eat the gross babyfood they were trying to feed him either.
Why was he getting babyfood? Nobody mentioned ANYTHING about that at the meeting yesterday, or at any time prior to that!
At length, a PCT came in an asked if he was ready to get out of bed yet. She said she'd been asking him all day and he kept telling her ten more minutes. And he corroborated this, and told her ten more minutes again!
So WHY IS HE BEING GIVEN THE CHOICE TO STAY IN BED ALL DAY?
I was too confused in the moment to be furious, but after mulling it over at work, and now at home... I'm... furious!
Yesterday they gave me this bullshit about him being ready for home discharge in 10 days, and today they just waste the whole goddam day letting him lay in bed in his diaper! And he's on fucking babyfood?
This motherfucker needs to WALK, and eat SOLID FOOD in EIGHT DAYS!.. and he's being given the option to stay in bed all day... and he's taking it!
Neither Strive, nor Dad, are working toward ANYTHING, but dumping him back into my lap... bedridden, in a diaper, eating babyfood... but NOW... because he's got his senses back... with an ATTITUDE!
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I wrote last night that I was done playing games with the old man, and tonight I'm writing that I'm done playing games with Strive!
I'm calling Janice, the head nurse, first thing tomorrow, and biting her head off!
And then I'm gonna go in there and bite Dad's head off too!
If he is not getting out of that bed, walking, taking a shit in a toilet, and dancing a fucking JIG in the hallway, by next tuesday... it's OFF! It's OVER! Find him a nursing home, and fuck you Dad!
Because I CANNOT play nurse maid to bed-ridden Dad at home, and WILL NOT BE RAILROADED INTO TRYING!
Can you tell I'm still furious?
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Strive has been gaslighting me for a week, and Dad's being a little bitch. Neither party is trying.
Strive, as I dreaded... is not a place full of experts who know how to get seniors back on their feet after hip surgery. They are just a half way house between the hospital and the nursing home, whose only expertise is sponging up all the rehab money the insurance company will give them.
They clearly are only prepping him for a nursing home. They're getting him used to being in bed with a diaper most of the time... but getting dressed to sit in a wheel chair for visitors once in a while. That's all they're doing, and they've got him on liquid food now, too, for some unknown goddam reason!
That is not rehab! That's hospice!
And Dad's not fighting it either! All he wants is to be in his diaper in a bed at home, and have ME be his nurse... and let him smoke and drink beer!
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I could go on all night, here... just ranting.
But you get the idea.
That's where we're at on the 15th of December.
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Here's what Seven Hearts is looking like tonight...
I didn't like the grass at the bottom so I figured stars, and plugged in the milky way asset I'd already developed for Snoozefest last summer.
It's weird, but I think I like this better?.. and cards are supposed to be weird right?
That's probably the final shape of the May Basket, and the flowers are coming along, but I need more of them to fill it out, and there needs to be a strap to hang it from the knob, likely with a bow?
This is proving a difficult card to execute... even if the concept seemed pretty simple.
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So I go visit him today and... still perfectly lucid, so that was nice! It's sticking! He's presumably past all the delerium now.
But at 2PM, he was still in the hospital bed, undressed, in a diaper, with a tray that had three bowls of fully pureed food, in front of him... which he had not touched. And he was half asleep!
I woke him up and asked if he'd been out of bed, and he said no. And he said he wasn't going to eat the gross babyfood they were trying to feed him either.
Why was he getting babyfood? Nobody mentioned ANYTHING about that at the meeting yesterday, or at any time prior to that!
At length, a PCT came in an asked if he was ready to get out of bed yet. She said she'd been asking him all day and he kept telling her ten more minutes. And he corroborated this, and told her ten more minutes again!
So WHY IS HE BEING GIVEN THE CHOICE TO STAY IN BED ALL DAY?
I was too confused in the moment to be furious, but after mulling it over at work, and now at home... I'm... furious!
Yesterday they gave me this bullshit about him being ready for home discharge in 10 days, and today they just waste the whole goddam day letting him lay in bed in his diaper! And he's on fucking babyfood?
This motherfucker needs to WALK, and eat SOLID FOOD in EIGHT DAYS!.. and he's being given the option to stay in bed all day... and he's taking it!
Neither Strive, nor Dad, are working toward ANYTHING, but dumping him back into my lap... bedridden, in a diaper, eating babyfood... but NOW... because he's got his senses back... with an ATTITUDE!
I wrote last night that I was done playing games with the old man, and tonight I'm writing that I'm done playing games with Strive!
I'm calling Janice, the head nurse, first thing tomorrow, and biting her head off!
And then I'm gonna go in there and bite Dad's head off too!
If he is not getting out of that bed, walking, taking a shit in a toilet, and dancing a fucking JIG in the hallway, by next tuesday... it's OFF! It's OVER! Find him a nursing home, and fuck you Dad!
Because I CANNOT play nurse maid to bed-ridden Dad at home, and WILL NOT BE RAILROADED INTO TRYING!
Can you tell I'm still furious?
Strive has been gaslighting me for a week, and Dad's being a little bitch. Neither party is trying.
Strive, as I dreaded... is not a place full of experts who know how to get seniors back on their feet after hip surgery. They are just a half way house between the hospital and the nursing home, whose only expertise is sponging up all the rehab money the insurance company will give them.
They clearly are only prepping him for a nursing home. They're getting him used to being in bed with a diaper most of the time... but getting dressed to sit in a wheel chair for visitors once in a while. That's all they're doing, and they've got him on liquid food now, too, for some unknown goddam reason!
That is not rehab! That's hospice!
And Dad's not fighting it either! All he wants is to be in his diaper in a bed at home, and have ME be his nurse... and let him smoke and drink beer!
I could go on all night, here... just ranting.
But you get the idea.
That's where we're at on the 15th of December.
Here's what Seven Hearts is looking like tonight...
I didn't like the grass at the bottom so I figured stars, and plugged in the milky way asset I'd already developed for Snoozefest last summer.
It's weird, but I think I like this better?.. and cards are supposed to be weird right?
That's probably the final shape of the May Basket, and the flowers are coming along, but I need more of them to fill it out, and there needs to be a strap to hang it from the knob, likely with a bow?
This is proving a difficult card to execute... even if the concept seemed pretty simple.
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