11
December 2013
You
can continue to turn the other cheek
but
some fools refuse to notice there is something wrong,
Meanwhile,
I'm running out of cheeks
Yesterday
I found myself in a foul mood. Surprisingly I began the day in for
good spirits. It was my shower day and I always look forward to
those. However, after the shower things began to go downhill. Upon
returning to my room to collect a few things to utilize during my
foray in the wheelchair I discovered that while I was in the shower
someone had been in my room (totally legitimate of course) but in the
course of their being here attending to their chores some items on my
tray tables were knocked off onto the floor. I could tell that they
had been disturbed as they were not in the usual positions in which I
leave them. Most distressing to me was that my iPhone was placed back
in the container in which it was resting without most of the other
stuff that also resides in a container and the phone was in a
different position. Now I've been in this room several times in the
past when various CENAs have moved the tray tables and the phone has
gone to the floor before. One of the staff actually dropped her phone
onto a hard surface floor once and the gorilla glass on the front
actually cracked. She contacted Apple and they told her that the
phones not meant to be dropped and they do not replace the glass. Her
phone still works but there is a big spider crack on the front of the
phone. I realized that these are somewhat robust items, but they are
not really designed to make sudden stops upon hitting the floor.
Amongst
the items I was retrieving was five dollars to give to the activities
director, who usually makes a shopping trip for residents who are
requesting certain items. The other thing that I was trying to
retrieve was a dime to give to the bookkeeper.
Toward
the end of October the bookkeeper approached me and indicated that
the previous nursing home I had been to still feels they need to be
paid six cents. Six cents!! that alone shows me what money grubber
those folks were. They know that all of my worldly possessions have
been dispersed due to Medicaid rules, and they are grasping for six
cents?! I have been told by family members that the former nursing
home has contacted them trying to get $7000 they think that I owe
them. They are trying to get it from my brother or my father!
That
nursing home made some sort of arrangement with the bookkeeper that
they would retrieve their six cents after I had paid my next
installment at this facility. So she indicated to me that if I didn't
mind they would refrain from going into my bank account for the next
month so that some buffer could be built and then they would retrieve
both months in December. I was not pleased with this arrangement for
a couple reasons. One, I had not been involved in the negotiations
for this arrangement, but I was merely being told that somebody else
had made this arrangement. Two, the other facility has shown
themselves to be less than honorable on several occasions, which they
don't seem to accept but rather look for other people to hang this
problem on. After they decided I was not someone they wanted to keep
in their facility (i.e. they could not squeeze any more money out of
me) they finally arranged to have me transferred to this place. I
find very little reason to trust these people. I do not like being
made available for them to mistreat me one more time, yet again.
I
have been haunting my bank account regularly to see if indeed this
arranged payment has been affected as it was set up. Nothing has
changed in over six weeks, and there is already has been the second
installment deposited into my bank account. Yesterday I intended to
give the bookkeeper a dime so that she could give the six cents to
the other facility and we could be done with it. When I tried to do
this she became very dismissive towards me and indicated that she
could not do that, they had rules to follow. They may have rules but
they have no sense of propriety, no sense about how to treat their
residents. And this is not the first time I've dealt with this
bookkeeper. She has the unnerving ability to talk like a young child
in the way she pronounces words, and her choice of words is always
very haughty and dismissive. I do not tolerate this kind of treatment
very well. So already I was in a not good mood as I returned to my
room for lunch.
I
know not to expect any better from the kitchen staff, but lunch did
not improve my attitude at all. Ever since the kitchen crew had been
replaced by a different organization the quality of food here has
changed quite a bit, in only very few cases for the better.
Previously the meat here was all mystery meat. That is it was
ground-up and formed into various shapes depending on what the meal
was to be. The same type of meat was used for hamburgers, pressed
into round patties, meatballs formed into round spheres, riblets,
formed into faux rib bones and connective muscle tissue - much like
McDonald's does. The only thing that made these various meat dishes
different from one another was the kind of sauce that was drizzled
over each entrée. Fine cooking technique at its best.
Yesterday,
I was grumbling to the woman who was taking over the receptionist
spot during her lunch hour, a rather large rotund woman who obviously
likes her meals. I indicated it ever since the kitchen staff had
changed affiliations that we no longer were served eggs in the
morning that were prepared over easy. When they had a big meeting to
inform us of this new kitchen regime several of us asked why the
change in egg style, as we enjoyed our eggs this way. We were told
that it was a state law, because it's easy to get food poisoning from
undercooked eggs. This brings up two questions. Since bacteria are
killed at 160°, and this is not enough to cook an egg yolk all the
way into a hard state. Does this kitchen staff not have the equipment
and/or ability to judge when 1 60° has been reached? Why, if people
are so concerned about bacteria inside of an egg shell that was
formed inside of the bird, obviously the bird must be sick or damaged
before the egg was formed. Why is the state that looking to the egg
producers for this supposed problem instead of harassing the public
about their preferred eating style? Of course both answers were
dismissed as ridiculous, as those in charge of the kitchen took the
stance that is often taken here toward the residents. That is we know
better, were in charge, will take care of you, now just run along and
let us do our job.
No
fried eggs are presented unless in this overcooked state. Not only
that, but whatever product they use to cook the eggs in to keep them
from sticking to the cooking surface is a low quality oil that one
gets sick of day after day. This makes it hard to eat the same
politically correct eggs every day. This morning as the plate rested
on my chest, it was not perfectly flat. While I was setting up my
breakfast to eat, a slow stream of clear yellow fluid slowly oozed
from beneath the eggs toward the low spot on my plate. I suddenly
lost all interest in eating fried eggs this morning. I found myself
missing greatly cooking in my own kitchen. It seems like a cruel fate
to lose my ability to stand and walk, for this get to be treated as
less than human, and the food is bad too.
This
lends itself to another problem that I've had here. It is the
wholesale reduction of anyone (read residents) to a very diminished
intellectual state. Something which I find be thoroughly disgusting.
I come from a long background based upon Maslow and the hierarchy of
needs. There is more to people than just food, clothing and shelter,
and being able to string plastic beads twice a week or play bingo
does not account for enough beyond the food-clothing- shelter
scenario. And yet I find that most of the upper administration here
tends to believe this way and act this way toward all of the
residents. I have mentioned this to a few people in that category and
they don't seem to understand. In fact they almost take offense that
anybody would find umbrage with the way they are treated.
I
have been in nursing care for more than two years now, in two
different organizations, nearly eleven months in this facility. It is
one thing that this disease has taken my ability to stand or walk,
even to wipe my ass after a bowel movement. But there is no reason on
earth that my very humanity should be messed with. I find that the
fact that many of the people here, and certainly the administration
should fail to understand this is a great indictment on these people
and the culture that allows this to exist or continue unchecked. Why
should I be the one that has to constantly remind them that this is
not the way to treat people? There are studies, for those who can't
somehow manage to find this for themselves, that show time and again
that when you consistently treat people this way it shortens
lifespans and lengthens the time needed to heal from bodily wounds.
So why is it that I'm here? Is it to earn disapproval from many in
the administration and some CENAs because I know better and refuse to
succumb to their uninformed treatment of residents? These may be the
last years of my life. Do they really think that under these
conditions is any way to spend them? Do they even think at all?
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