Boiler wrote: ↑
Wed Nov 25, 2020 11:02 pm
Sounds about par for the course - I remember trying to manhandle a bariatric walking frame into my previous BMW when the ambulance crew refused to carry it whilst transferring Mrs. B. between hospitals many years ago.
Unfortunately, the NHS is not immune to twattery within its ranks.
Can you get her phone to her yourself, or will they insist on quarantining it for a week or something?
Whatever - we're with you, Obs.
They seem to have form when it comes to my mother, I remember a hospital porter loudly complaining about having to push my obese mother around on a gurney was giving him premature sciatica which just made her feel worse about her disability and subsequent weight gain.
At the very least I'd like to get her a phone or some means of contact. Her parenting left a lot to be desired and I'm still coming to terms with a lot of her shortcomings but she does not
deserve to die scared and alone in a hospital ward without visitors or any contact and her kids having to say goodbye through an Ipad.
Thank you for the messages of support.
Spoke to my dad just now, mum is being kept in because they are concerned about her oxygen levels (which have never been great but she's a morbidly obese diabetic who is prone to chest infections so it's just something we've accepted as part of our lives). If they knew she was going to be kept in, potentially for weeks, she'd never have gone in the first place and waited until January to get her leg seen to (even if that did increase the likelihood of amputation).
I've instructed my dad to ask about a discharge contingency plan, if they need to do a period of quarantine after she's returned home and if so will district nurses still go in to change her leg dressing or are they just leaving my dad to do that when he's struggling to care for her on his own anyway. Depending on when she's discharged as well it could well bugger any plans for Christmas.
Lots to figure out, I know the district nurse was just doing her job but this has been an absolute hand grenade into our lives.