My mother has been classified as terminal for many years due to a combination of illnesses. Recently she has suffered seizures and a fall, resulting in a cracked pelvis. Immediately after her fall she showed no signs of pain, though she was foggy from the seizure. Four days later, she asks to be taken to the emergency room...gets to the emergency room and bitches about wanting to go home -- before she has been seen. They admit her to a room...she complains constantly, my Dad and brothers follow suit. The nurses are incompetent, the doctors, the CNAs, the insurance company....noone is doing their job to the satisfaction of the family. I, however, have noted that she has been receiving excellent care from everyone and they have gone above and beyond their duties as she's attached to that darned call button and rings them up constantly for the smallest of things.
She goes to rehab, a beautiful facility with attentive care. Again, nothing is good enough, she goes back to the hospital - at her request. I truly believe that the staff just didn't know what to do with her. She ends up at home with hospice care for about two weeks, they pull out as she is not in the end of life phase - yet.
In the meantime, my family is stuck in the anger phase of grief. Angry at the wind, the sun, the ice cream man(swear to god), the neighbors choice of dog...the list goes on. I've tried to talk to them rationally and that just makes me a huge a-hole in their eyes, because I won't go with the flow and hate, hate, hate.
My mother and I were never close, maybe that's why I can see things more objectively, I don't know. Their inappropriate anger is just driving me crazy and it is hard to be around them. I'm not much of a commiserat-er...I'm a problem solver, so the endless, pointless bitching is well, pointless. I just cannot take it anymore.
No snappy conclusion.
She goes to rehab, a beautiful facility with attentive care. Again, nothing is good enough, she goes back to the hospital - at her request. I truly believe that the staff just didn't know what to do with her. She ends up at home with hospice care for about two weeks, they pull out as she is not in the end of life phase - yet.
In the meantime, my family is stuck in the anger phase of grief. Angry at the wind, the sun, the ice cream man(swear to god), the neighbors choice of dog...the list goes on. I've tried to talk to them rationally and that just makes me a huge a-hole in their eyes, because I won't go with the flow and hate, hate, hate.
My mother and I were never close, maybe that's why I can see things more objectively, I don't know. Their inappropriate anger is just driving me crazy and it is hard to be around them. I'm not much of a commiserat-er...I'm a problem solver, so the endless, pointless bitching is well, pointless. I just cannot take it anymore.
No snappy conclusion.








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