Ring Ring It's the Nurse! AGAIN
My mom had her first stroke about a year ago and when she came home they sent a team of people to the house to help her. We had nurses, therapists etc. The nurse back then would always talk about how small the house is. I told her that there is nothing I could do about that since I don't own the building I can't knock out any walls and make it bigger to suit her or me. She would then talk about the bathroom and how small it was. Again I would tell her that there is nothing I can do about that. The stairs were another complaint point for her. By the time she got to the stairs, talking about them, I was ready to scream. So, once again I told her that I don't own this place I rent and just live here for right now and I can do absolutely nothing about anything. It is what it is and just take my mom's vitals and worry about her not this place. So, twice a week she would come and ask her usual questions about medications and poop and any falls and any of this and that and before she could say anything about the cramped quarters we live in I would cut her off and once I asked her if she had a house in her neighborhood bigger for rent. She said no. Then she started in on the social worker whom could perhaps find a place. Of course he couldn't any more then I could in this housing market. It is not like people are fleeing the city and the apartments and houses are vacant and ready to be rented for an affordable rent. Not in this college town. I don't ever see that happening in this century or the next probably. All he could do was to print out some "affordable housing waiting lists" As of last year I was number 73 on one of the lists. Maybe I have made it up to 72 by now.
Needless to say when my mom got better and the nurse was no longer needed I was happy for many reasons. I thought that I would never hear from her again. But, I thought wrong. When she was nursing my mom another one of things she would mention from time to time was a hospital bed and a wheelchair. My mom declined both. I don't know how she thought a wheelchair was even a possibility here. But, knowing her she probably thought that miraculously the landlord would hear about the wheelchair and out of the kindness of his bleeding heart build a ramp. Not going to happen. So, we thought ok that was that. And for about the next two months that was that. No nursing calls about a wheelchair or a hospital bed that we didn't need nor have any room for. Then the phone rings and it says a hospital number. I picked up thinking it might be about an appointment or something. Nope to my amazement it was the nurse. On her mind still was getting that hospital bed and wheelchair. I think she had nightmares about those two things. She said she found a place to get them. I told her my mom said thanks but no thanks and please don't call back about those two items. I was polite as I could be.
Fast forward to a week or so ago. Almost two years later ring, ring guess who? This time I was not so polite and reminded her that my mom didn't want those things two years ago and she sure doesn't want or need them now. I can only hope that she gets the message and a year from now doesn't call about the same things. I will give it to her for being determined though to get that unneeded wheelchair and hospital bed.
Needless to say when my mom got better and the nurse was no longer needed I was happy for many reasons. I thought that I would never hear from her again. But, I thought wrong. When she was nursing my mom another one of things she would mention from time to time was a hospital bed and a wheelchair. My mom declined both. I don't know how she thought a wheelchair was even a possibility here. But, knowing her she probably thought that miraculously the landlord would hear about the wheelchair and out of the kindness of his bleeding heart build a ramp. Not going to happen. So, we thought ok that was that. And for about the next two months that was that. No nursing calls about a wheelchair or a hospital bed that we didn't need nor have any room for. Then the phone rings and it says a hospital number. I picked up thinking it might be about an appointment or something. Nope to my amazement it was the nurse. On her mind still was getting that hospital bed and wheelchair. I think she had nightmares about those two things. She said she found a place to get them. I told her my mom said thanks but no thanks and please don't call back about those two items. I was polite as I could be.
Fast forward to a week or so ago. Almost two years later ring, ring guess who? This time I was not so polite and reminded her that my mom didn't want those things two years ago and she sure doesn't want or need them now. I can only hope that she gets the message and a year from now doesn't call about the same things. I will give it to her for being determined though to get that unneeded wheelchair and hospital bed.
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