My Mother was one of the hardest working person that I have ever known. It all started when she was a young Girl she was one of the oldest daughters in a Brood of thirteen Siblings. House work and helping with the Farm work, built her Constitution and Character. When she got Pregnant with her first Child she had to leave Home and go to work, due to her being denied a formal education by staying home and helping out with her Siblings care, the only skills she had were Domestics, what an injustice. As you can see she was no stranger to work. Raising two children of her own with no support, the Saga continued for another sixteen or seventeen years until we came of age to join the workforce and lightened the load. She did well for a single mother, always kept a nice Home, kept food on the Table and kept us fashionable. For her formidable and gallant efforts of providing and still had time to raise us well, to be upstanding Men, not to do the same to other women as our Father had done to her, respect till we meet again. The years and Health caught up to her in the Eighties. After years of Health issues and falling as most Old People do, we had no choice but to put her in a Nursing Home. This was Round fifteen for a Champion Fighter, on their back on the Canvas. When you put your Elders in a Nursing Home and you don’t make your presence highly visible, that is equivalent to disposing of them. The Home I put my Mother in was a cut above the average in skilled care, there were many other Hell Holes that we passed on. Non the less this turned out to be the same. In today’s society Skilled Care Facilities are nothing but a big Business with monthly cost in excess of eight thousand Dollars.
In the Hotel Industry you pay that and you are treated like a King, Steaks, Booze, Room service and Concierge. In a Nursing Home it gets you Neglected and mal nourished. The one I worked in was the sister Ship, more upscale than where Mom was, but quality Care was also lacking. Callousness, indifference and Neglect is status quo in Nursing Homes. I once observed a Head Nurse and five other Nurse gathered at the Nurse’s Station chewing the fat, so in-depth with the Bull Session a Resident in Full Blown Dementia sitting in her Wheelchair, reach forward, fell out of her Chair, nice Gash on her Forehead, Bleeding and no one was the wiser until I alerted them, ten feet from the Station.
Being the vigilant family member that I was I spoke with all the Staffing members including the Directors, one of them told me that they would put Mom out of the Facility if I did not stop the complaining and the Whistleblowing. The Director who replaced her was the best I had seen in the industry, his tenure was short. He resigned and moved on to a better Facility. One day speaking with the Chef, who could not cook for me if I lost my taste buds, told me the daily cost of feeding a Resident was five dollars. Hello mal nutrition how are you. Uncaring staff would deliver the meals to the rooms for those who weren’t up to the trip to the Dining Room. On a regimental schedule, at the end of meal time if you slept or was unable to feed yourself, the trays would be removed seven o clock sharp Pot Luck to you. I got in trouble many times for intervening at both Facilities, at the one that I worked whenever I lodged a complaint the Director would approach the Staff members in a most unprofessional manner and say to them, Tony said you did or didn’t do this or that. How negligible putting out confidently. I constantly blew the Whistle at both Facilities about Patients care and neglect. I was well hated by Staff and Coworkers but well loved and appreciated by each and every Resident…………….cont.
Mother suffered from Dementia, it’s a debilitating disease of the Brain, no cure as of yet, only Drugs that propels some into a lull or hallucinations. A psychologist once told me that Dementia was scabbing of the Brain and the effect was like looking through Window Blinds. To me the ultimate definition is waking up from a Dream into a Dream…….