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| - The ICU had the most incredible and caring RNs. The doctors were also amazing and even embraced my future, encouraging to teach me medical terminology and anatomy. The doctors and surgeons were A+ and fully discharged mother...until the second floor nurses got to her.
It was a party on the second floor with one loud Oriental nurse taking center stage with her selfies and loud attitude. I had to shut the door to keep out their noise. Abdominal surgery on a 92 year old went very well,with the wound healing nicely. My mother was not walked often at all and fell twice when she went to the restroom on her own. This was not reported to family by staff, but rather by mother. She has had a tailbone problem since then that has never been attended to, but..I am no longer her full time care giver, thanks to the staff at Tempe St. Luke's. She developed pneumonia due to being unattended and not encouraged to walk. They wanted her out by Saturday, but extended it to Sunday. She was due to go to a lovely place on Saturday, but ended up at a horrid place that you would not even want your dog to go to. What happened between my last visit on Saturday, where around 7 pm in the evening, the respiratory therapist said she was almost all better, but for a few rattles? The second rehab place required a PICC line. The PICC nurse came in Saturday night to automatically do the procedure, but I stopped him and asked questions to protect my mother and also for her to make an educated decision as per the patient's rights. My mother vocalized to the PICC RN in her own words, "I do not want that procedure". Both my sister and I agreed that we did not want her to have that procedure and it appeared to be for the convenience of the staff or to quickly exit my mother to another care facility. "GET THEM OUT...HEAD 'UM UP...RAWHIDE". The PICC RN said, "I totally respect your family's decision." I said something to the snide, pretty nurse that my mother would not be having the procedure and that we would be bringing her home and hiring a private nurse the next day. She said, "We'll see about that!", in a defiant tone. I wondered what she had up her sleeve?
The next morning, my mother called hysterical, "They're going to do it to me...ah...you know...the thing." "What!!", how could they do that, we said the night before no, and my mother had a right to not have procedures. Apparently, Tempe St. Luke's filed false charges on me that I was in my mother's room trying to break her feet and hands. Ridiculous. A school superintendent and her sole care-giver is going to make her job even more demanding. Right! Seems like they could have asked the doctor if he examined her before destroying me with slanderous statements. I called the head nurse and he was snotty and said, "We are saving her life". The anti-social worker was next. He told me that I was banned from the hospital. I recanted, "So you are telling a 70 year old woman that she is not allowed to sit with her dying 92 year old mother?" He hung up on me, as he did when he grabbed the cell phone out of my mother's hands when she tried to call her other daughter. My sister heard the man screaming at her and we thought it sounded like a slaughter house going on. Her grandson was dispatched immediately who reported that blood shot up all over the room--that was all he saw before he blanked out. Incidentally, they left an opened, bleeding wound that was treated by the rehab facility.
So what happens next? My mother disappeared for 14 hours, with the nurses being told they were not to tell us where she was. I was called the "accused" and charged three additional charges at the rehab--one was "writing too much", reported to adult protective service (nightmare), another charge reported was "being tired" and "insert any silly charge here to make my life miserable". The doctor eventually said he was testing my mother's reflexes and admitted to bending her feet and hands, but either way, I was innocent, yet threatened with criminal charges/false reporting. My sister was also on the durable medical and she was hung up on and not allowed to make decisions for the mother. The nurses had noted that she had sepsis, yet that can be created by staff if not documented by labs. And the PICC line that was so urgent to place over my mom's heart-- the rehab place did not get the prescriptions in for two days-- and for two days she didn't get the life-saving medicine- having been transferred unconscious, no signatures either facility. If she was so ill, she should have gone back to the ICU and should have stayed in the hospital. Someone had a major attitude and took it out on my poor mom and me...and mom...she suffered a brain bleed or something undetermined at this time, but she doesn't remember me and is fearful that I am the daughter who hurt her feet and hands and I had to leave my mom's residence. No, I will not call you--other than psychological elder manipulators.
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