My visits to the local hospital; a short 4 minute drive and a brisk hundred metre trot to the single occupancy ward where my wife Rosemary is incarcerated usually ends on a note of complete frustration. Apart from the failure to communicate with Rosemary which is difficult due to her dementia.
It would seem the staff who deliver her meals have lost the plot and offer her meals that she cannot handle due to the loss of her lower denture at the previous hospital and from my observations 99 % of her meals go to waste, a couple of spoons of soft desert is the usual intake..
I have noticed several hospital staff attempting to feed Rosemary but give up all too soon, I doubt if they have the expertise required which is obviously an essential part of their employment.
Rosemary is on a drip containing some mysterious ingredient which is helping in someway to sustain life, however, she has lost so much weight she is beginning to appear like a 'Belson' inmate.
Yesterday Sunday , I questioned several members of the hospital staff about this problem and I suggested that they find someone with psychological powers of persuasion to entice Rosemary to eat her food on command when necessary - being the staff are all too ready to give up trying to feed her.
Another problem is getting her mobile. a nurse told me that 'we don't try to make her walk if she does not want to', definitely something lacking in that statement.
So it seems that, under the hospitals rules of engagement rules their best option is the 'Too Hard Basket' and the expiration of the patient resolves all of their problems. And by the way should you get to read this, keeping the ward tidy and in order around the bed and furniture would also help to give the impression that you care, although the politeness and smiles of the staff is noted, it will not improve the condition of the patient without some practical achievement which is what you are employed for, no more excuses , get to it. I will be calling in the Hospital soon.
Vest .... back soon
Who reaches with a clumsy hand for a Rose must not complain if the thorns scratch.
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