Honestly, it just isn’t right that a company takes on the task of providing Home Support for the Elderly, when they do NOT have properly trained personnel.
It is not fair, that our Seniors are subjected to such inadequate care, given all they have done for our society, during their earlier lives.
With the regular worker off today, I had to cancel the substitute being sent for the morning, not because I am an asshole, but simply because it is My Mother. I cannot, in good conscience subject her to pain, to rough and incomplete treatment, nor can I risk her safety.
My choices for this morning, was Nerissa or Shirley.
Shirley is okay for a last ditch sponge bath, but that is if Mom can manage getting up on her own. I doubt if Shirley could handle assisting Mom in standing, nor do I think she could safely complete a sponge bath gently, given Mom’s lack of strength.
As to Nerissa, well her last visit was a total disaster. It was hard to communicate, let alone get her to do the tasks assigned. That merely adds stress to Mom, and takes what little strength she has, and uses it up way too fast. It makes for a tough night, and sometimes next day or two.
I wonder, what about those elderly patients, who have no one at home, when the Beacon Community Services worker arrive?
- Consider that there is no phoning of Patients, when the schedule is changed.
- Think about how you are in your twilight years, and suddenly are confronted by someone you have never met before?
- How does it feel to have to explain what a person is there for, when you yourself are a bit unfocused?
It makes me wonder, if society really cares about those who are elderly.
I am tired, and perhaps I expect too much. Maybe the Eskimos had it right, and when someone gets old, becomes a drag on the community they are set adrift on a slab of ice, to drift along the frozen water, until they perish. I can’t accept that, but it seems that is a lot kinder than what we are subjecting our elderly to.
Maybe it is just being old fashioned, but I wonder, how will it be if I reach the age of Eighty, never mind Ninety Four?
Even if you are not trained, if you have being doing this job for a few months, you should have picked up some knowledge, some inkling of how to treat old people. Yet it seems that isn’t the case.
I should have cancelled this afternoons worker as well, least Mom wouldn’t be drifting off a half hour after she finally left. I mean she is exhausted, from being rushed, and being treated roughly, or maybe the better term is carelessly.
