So I find myself in this retirement community. The girls needed to get away for a few days and so I moved in here. I suppose it’s kind of like a hospital. If a hospital was run by people unqualified to work in an actual hospital.
See that thing on the floor? That is my limited air loss mattress. I need that thing because I have stage three pressure sores on my legs wear my legs meet my butt. That mattress alternates the pressure between different tubes inside. Make sure that the pressure points change over time. I’m not exactly sure why but it’s been setting on the floor for like five hours.
Also have a battle with a nurse over pain meds. Having recently been in the hospital I have an order that says I can have Tylenol every 6 hours. But some human wrote 8 on the form. Battle ensues. They actually called my doctor to confirm the order.
We are not managed by the best in the brightest.
TUESDAY MORNING UPDATE
Yesterday I sent a text around to a few people In which I mentioned some funky stains and a woman down the hall who simply kept repeatedly screaming “Help Me!”
This morning she modified the routine somewhat. Yes, there was the standard “help me” but now it was intermixed with “I’m ready.” The way I figure it she was in bed and was ready to move into her wheelchair. Although a few hours later she was throwing everyone for a loop by occasionally mixing in a “Kill Me!” Thankfully I think she was just being dramatic.
Low air loss mattress still on the floor.
Administration was in here this morning suggesting that I should extend my stay. With medicare footing the bill shouldn’t be any rush to get out of here right?
Tuesday Afternoon Update
Low air loss mattress moved to the bed.
Occupational therapy was here to do some moving.
Social services was here to get up all in my business.
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