Almost Like Being in Love

Yes, and what a rare mood I am in.  It was hell on toast at the nursing home.  First of all, none of the medical staff show any interest in reading Mom's chart.  She is supposed to be on oxygen: the doctor wrote an order for it, but this gets construed as 'oh, we only give her oxygen when she asks for it".  What they do not understand is Mom lacks the ability to judge her own needs.  Her hospital psychosis is still rolling along, and she believes if you ask the staff for help, they peg you as a troublemaker and send you to the ER as punishment.

Point number two:  this institution seems to be run more for the interest of the staff than the welfare of the patients or their families.  Today, the staff took over the patient Activity room to throw a baby shower for a staff member.  As a result, the patients were all crowded into one dining room, and it was a scramble for visitors to get chairs.  Furthermore, I could not take Mom online because the Internet was in Party Central. 

To add insult to injury, the staff lost the clothing we left behind when Mom was sent to the ER Saturday morning.  We'd made the switch once before, and her clothes were stored safely.  Not this time:  Mom has lost two velour track suits.  I am going to ask the basement staff to take another look tomorrow.

But my day ended on a beautiful note.  I took a black car home to Bay Ridge, and the driver was fantastic.  I knew he'd be great because he was wearing a Mets' hat and 1969 World Champion jacket.  When I got into the car, he was playing Elvis Presley, the Elvis Sirius station.  First, it played Elvis's recording of 'Bridge Over Troubled Water" which was pretty good, although E's voice had coarsened with age.  The next song was even better" Viva Las Vegas".  Driver and I rode along Ridge Boulevard, singing along with Elvis.  Life doesn't get a whole lot better than that.  I only wish Mom was there.  She would have loved it.