Thank you for all your kind comments on my previous post, I really appreciate them. Many apologies for not having the time to reply to them. Here's why...
On Friday afternoon I was telephoned by the 'Home Care Team', part of Social Services. Apparently, they had assessed Aunt Lillian as being fit to be discharged from the rehabilitation unit of the Care Home. They had held a meeting with my 91 year old aunt and it had been agreed that I would arrange for her to have carers call in three times a day.
They had also agreed that she would need a 'Falls Bracelet and Alarm' - and had agreed that I could arrange this.
Oh, and by the way, in order for this to be fitted I would need to arrange to have a key safe fitted to the outside of the house...
By this point my blood pressure must have been dangerously high.
Now hold on one cotton picking moment.... "How come I wasn't invited to this meeting?"
"Well, ducky, we asked your aunt whether she wanted you at the meeting and she told us that she didn't need you there........so, legally, we had to comply with her wishes.... patient confidentiality, etc.... "
Steam is coming out of my ears as I type this. I am so angry. One dangerously incompetent old woman with memory problems, had to represent herself and had committed me to all of this...and that was ok, as long as her confidentiality was not compromised?
Social Services passing the buck.
So, the last few days have been spent organising a team of private carers to come in and look after her, having the special alarm fitted, George bought the key safe and fitted it. We have cleaned her house and restocked the fridge and larder, arranged for her newspapers to be delivered again, and had extra keys cut.
The aged aunt insisted that she was not any medication - and wasn't that marvellous for a 91 year old.... I queried that with the care home. Amazingly, they didn't seem bound by the same need for patient confidentiality, and gave me a list of what she needs to take....a long list of medications.
Just as well that I thought to check, for it had also been agreed that I would contact the pharmacy which my aunt uses (like I would know) to have her pills put into blister packs so that the carers can just pop them out for her.
Beam me up, Scottie.
She returned to her little house yesterday afternoon....it would have been earlier in the day, if only I hadn't been inconsiderate enough to own a Land Rover... for it had also been agreed that I would take her home in my car... I laughed. Had they done a risk assessment on the danger posed by getting a fragile 91 year old to lift her leg up high enough to get into my truck - or were they suggesting that I lay her down in the back?
She got taken home by ambulance. Naughty niece.
So, she is cosily tucked up in her own home. Her shelves are fully stocked, the bed freshly made. A large bunch of seedless grapes and the latest edition of her favourite magazine are to hand.
Thanks, George. I couldn't have done it without you. xx