Kate just didn’t care.
When the hospital wanted to discharge Becci I had massive arguments with the director of social workers.
Becci still had a feeding tube which when I asked for them to remove they said she was still susceptible to another stroke.
Yet they still wanted to discharge?
Becci was not on the correct blood thinner regimen.
For quite some time after a stroke they cannot give a patient blood thinners because of the risk of bleeding in the brain.
Becci had blood clots in both legs. They had implanted a filter but surely it would have been better to monitor these clots whilst blood thinner regimen was not correct?
She was still quite weak because there had been little therapy.
There was no place the county could place her.
The system available is all private.
If you do not have insurance and the family will not take care, then there is the ‘personal care home’ system.
My heart was too weak to take B home.
I could not lift her out of bed to do even the simplest of chores.
The daughter did not want her mum interrupting their lives.
I visited a few personal care homes.
I would not board my dog in many of them.
There is obviously no government oversight.
The Nigerian community have caught on to the scam and own a great percentage.
These places are simply regular homes with as many as 4 people in a room.
They provide meals and distribute medication.
Anyway.
I objected to the hospital moving Becci on the grounds she still had so many problematic issues.
I would not agree to any of the places I had seen.
The hospital cornered the daughter one day and presented her with a cheap pamphlet of one of the homes.
Kate gave her permission for mum to go without even visiting the place.
The hospital told me Kate had agreed so on the day they were going to move Becci I had a lawyer advise me to have Becci write a note saying she did not want to be moved.
It did not matter.
They moved her anyway and I was escorted off the property by security.
The gurad told me he understood but there was nothing anyone could or would do as they all wanted to keep their jobs.
I followed the ambulance to a small home nr MLK and W Belfort.
There was a homeless camp at the end of the road.
The place was disgusting.
Carpets dirty and the room they were putting Becci had mens clothing scattered around.
I nearly cried.
Here was such a beautiful person being dumped into a dirty home.
There was supposed to be a nurse sign her in.
There was none.
The home contracted with a person who had a full time job elsewhere.
I managed to convince the people at the home to call their nurse and make sure there were the correct blood thinning pills.
There wasn’t and the instructions were ambiguous.
I was able to convince the nurse she did not want to take responsibility for this mess and at the same time got Ben Taub to allow B to go back by ambulance.
The point to this story is the daughter Kate could not be bothered to check where her mum was being dumped before signing paperwork.
Everything was too much trouble for her.