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Some Days...
4 years ago
You know, some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
My Quarantine ended today.
I no longer have covid, but I'm still recovering from covid and I feel like shit.
Momma was supposed to come home today. she refused sub-acute rehab because she did not want to be in a nursing home setting during as this Pandemic drags on..she did not want to be isolated from seeing me.
The hospital brow beat her into agreeing to then rehab transfer. Before anyone called me to let me know plans had changed.
Then when I get to the hospital, She's covered in bruises and welts from what may have been the wrong blood thinner. And I'm suddenly being not so subtly accused of harming her.
They tried to obscure where she was being taken. Then, She's in isolation for 15 days, despite telling me on Friday that visitation WOULD be a thing.
So, I spent about 35 minutes defending myself over bullshit innuendo and non spoken allegations over bruised and more that momma didn't have until she got to the fucking hospital.
Oh, yeah and by the way, a few hours later, Once she gets to the rehab, I get an angry/ hysterical call from momma, Apparently, she wanted a bed pan. and When I get to the bottom of shit, these fuckers are STILL LOOKING FOR A GODDAMN BED PAN
That's where I am right now. I still don't know How a fucking medical institution can't find a fucking bed pan
Oh and Ma is pissed off with Me for some reason.
My Quarantine ended today.
I no longer have covid, but I'm still recovering from covid and I feel like shit.
Momma was supposed to come home today. she refused sub-acute rehab because she did not want to be in a nursing home setting during as this Pandemic drags on..she did not want to be isolated from seeing me.
The hospital brow beat her into agreeing to then rehab transfer. Before anyone called me to let me know plans had changed.
Then when I get to the hospital, She's covered in bruises and welts from what may have been the wrong blood thinner. And I'm suddenly being not so subtly accused of harming her.
They tried to obscure where she was being taken. Then, She's in isolation for 15 days, despite telling me on Friday that visitation WOULD be a thing.
So, I spent about 35 minutes defending myself over bullshit innuendo and non spoken allegations over bruised and more that momma didn't have until she got to the fucking hospital.
Oh, yeah and by the way, a few hours later, Once she gets to the rehab, I get an angry/ hysterical call from momma, Apparently, she wanted a bed pan. and When I get to the bottom of shit, these fuckers are STILL LOOKING FOR A GODDAMN BED PAN
That's where I am right now. I still don't know How a fucking medical institution can't find a fucking bed pan
Oh and Ma is pissed off with Me for some reason.
