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I'm home. And lets see what I've missed.
My Nan's been in hospital for the past 5 and a half weeks with a broken ankle (in two places) and a broken shoulder.
The interesting details here being that she managed to do this while going to the doctors.
Oh and that my family have been keeping this a secret from me for five and a half weeks.
They did it for good reasons - that I would start doing the crazy headless chicken dance of flustered panic if they told me, but still, people wonder why I'm secretive.
She's perfectly fine, except now she's supposedly recuperating in a ward in St. Helens hospital. Ah yes, St. Helens hospital, where they send old people to die quietly. Basically Nan's ward is full of nice little old ladies who are, sadly, completely ga-ga. My Grandmother isn't. She's still more or less all there. However spending any amount of time on a geriatric ward is a quick way of losing your mind (BTW I know a doctor who agrees with me).
Luckily Mum and Colin have been to see her every night, and Alison and Rob and Margaret and Derrick have been to see her a lot to. So's Uncle Steve when he can.
Of course Phil's probably going to read me the riot act for not knowing but, hey, I'm not psychic.
The hospital is staffed by incompetants as well - they don't spell my Nan's name right, they don't put her name on her identity tag, they didn't give her her eyedrops and lotion for about a week, she needs help getting to and from the toilet and they convieniently ignore her flashing her light when she needs to go (Doris, the lady next to her, got left in the toilet for an hour before someone helped her back to bed). They won't give her a stool to rest her foot on. I could go on.
My Nan is nearly 83, she has three separate broken bones at least. She does not need the added hassle.
Which leads us to problem part 2, we can't rescue her because most of the time there's no one here to look after her and St. Helens social services for elderly people are non-existant. She will need someone to look after her when I'm not here and when Mum's out at work.
Really, as a recommendation, don't get old in St. Helens.
My Nan's been in hospital for the past 5 and a half weeks with a broken ankle (in two places) and a broken shoulder.
The interesting details here being that she managed to do this while going to the doctors.
Oh and that my family have been keeping this a secret from me for five and a half weeks.
They did it for good reasons - that I would start doing the crazy headless chicken dance of flustered panic if they told me, but still, people wonder why I'm secretive.
She's perfectly fine, except now she's supposedly recuperating in a ward in St. Helens hospital. Ah yes, St. Helens hospital, where they send old people to die quietly. Basically Nan's ward is full of nice little old ladies who are, sadly, completely ga-ga. My Grandmother isn't. She's still more or less all there. However spending any amount of time on a geriatric ward is a quick way of losing your mind (BTW I know a doctor who agrees with me).
Luckily Mum and Colin have been to see her every night, and Alison and Rob and Margaret and Derrick have been to see her a lot to. So's Uncle Steve when he can.
Of course Phil's probably going to read me the riot act for not knowing but, hey, I'm not psychic.
The hospital is staffed by incompetants as well - they don't spell my Nan's name right, they don't put her name on her identity tag, they didn't give her her eyedrops and lotion for about a week, she needs help getting to and from the toilet and they convieniently ignore her flashing her light when she needs to go (Doris, the lady next to her, got left in the toilet for an hour before someone helped her back to bed). They won't give her a stool to rest her foot on. I could go on.
My Nan is nearly 83, she has three separate broken bones at least. She does not need the added hassle.
Which leads us to problem part 2, we can't rescue her because most of the time there's no one here to look after her and St. Helens social services for elderly people are non-existant. She will need someone to look after her when I'm not here and when Mum's out at work.
Really, as a recommendation, don't get old in St. Helens.
