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mom’s clothes go MIA

My mother, who is in her late 70’s and lives in an elder care facility, recently fell and broke her hip. After surgery, she was moved to a nursing home to recover, which appeared to be a lovely facility. As it had both a recovery unit and independent living quarters, I even thought that this might be a great place for her to live after she was fully mobile again.

When I went to visit her this weekend, I was beyond shocked when I entered her room and found her only clothed in a pair of Depends and a hospital gown. When I asked her why she didn’t have her clothing on, she kept insisting that she didn’t have any. I reminded her that I had just bought her some comfortable new jeans and tops which were right in the closet in the room. After arguing back and forth, I flung open the closet door only to find that it was empty!

It took me a few moments to regain my composure and start to consider where these garments could have disappeared to. When I confronted an employee, I couldn’t seem to get a straight answer. After much questioning, as I got more and more insistent, he said that her clothing was being laundered. ALL of it I asked? And what was she supposed to wear meanwhile? Oh, they would clothe her in a hospital gown, he replied. What about when she goes to the dining room to eat? He replied that they would put a second gown over the first, reversing it so her backside would also be covered. To say I was appalled and angry didn’t even begin to cover it. He suggested that I visit one of the social workers to see if her clothes could be tracked down and even tried to place the blame on my shoulders, saying that I should have marked each item of clothing with her name in a permanent marker – something that was never brought up to me by the staff.

While I had heard that personal items may “disappear” in some care facilities, I had never imagined anything like this. Now I will have to go out and purchase new clothing, and, of course, will insist that I will pick up and launder her clothes. Meanwhile, if these items never show up again, shouldn’t the facility have to reimburse us? Who takes responsibility? I work full time and my brothers live out-of-state, so I am the one handling all of this. While making arrangements for my mom after her fall have been very stressful, now I will have to police her possessions and run back and forth doing laundry. Finding a different facility would be difficult and moving her again would be traumatic for her. Has anyone put their parent into a retirement facility & had this happen? WHAT DID YOU DO?

 

 

 

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complaining Mom drives adult child nuts!

Why do I always seem to dance to Mom’s every whim? Some family dysfunction that started in childhood?

“I need shoes,” she says. OK, she’s right. After her fall and broken hip I discovered she has only two pairs that aren’t high heels. At 92, what is she thinking? No wonder she fell. Also,her winter pair are too tight.

I bring my mom four pairs of shoes to choose from. GUESS WHAT? She rejects all four. I return them and bring two more pairs. Rejected again.

The latest issue is furniture. My mom lived in a  tidy three-bedroom house with quality furniture. She is now bothered to no end by the two walkers and the wheelchair that clutter the living room of the tiny senior living apartment she shares with Dad (and a series of 24-hour caregivers).

Mom was bothered by Dad’s chair, stained by his coffee dribbles and worn from steady use. She hated seeing the wood stand that elevated the chair so he could get up to his walker.

She wants to replace her own chair, already marginal by her standards, when they moved three years ago.

I drove 20 miles to pick up a floral Laura Ashley chair (she approved the Craigslist photo). The next day she decided she didn’t like it. Fortunately, the caregiver did and bought it for herself.

The latest insult is the daybed, replacing the living room couch, to make room for the caregiver to sleep at night.  So, I’m back to Craigslist, searching for one that looks like a couch.

I found two possibilities, again in the far suburbs. But I can’t make myself go look at them. I’d have to rent a truck. We’d have to dissemble the daybed to make room. We’d have to recruit other family members to carry it up to the apartment. With no certainty she’d be satisfied.

Why not just keep the old daybed? Is one dissatisfaction worse than another?

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