Revolving Doors

I’m starting to feel like a character in Bunuel’s film El Angel Exterminador, trapped in a situation and unable to work out how to escape. Or maybe I mean one of those Nouveau Roman novels, something by Robbe-Grillet perhaps, where the same scenario is seen in minutely different ways by the various players. Or, more mundanely, that I’m in a revolving door.

Mother is back in hospital, despite all our best efforts to keep her out of it for ever more. All our wishes were overturned when she fell (another UTI) and broke her arm and a number of ribs. How many ribs I still don’t know because so far speaking to a doctor has remained a distant dream, though I did send one of them a very long email earlier today. Except that it bounced back. I’ve been given the wrong email address.

That would be the doctor who I couldn’t speak to yesterday. The doctor who is not in today. The doctor who has decided my mother should be transferred to a medical ward. The same medical ward she was on in her last admission where she was so distressed and unhappy.

The doctor I couldn’t speak to on Monday authorised her removal from the acute ward to the still fairly quiet ward she is on now. No one called me, despite the fact that I’d been trying to speak to whoever was co-ordinating things for Mother. They suggested the social worker. She, I was told, would call me yesterday. She didn’t. I did get to speak to her today and she listened and was as helpful as she could be, but told me I really needed to speak to the doctor. The one who isn’t there.

Back into the revolving door.

The sister on the ward, who is there ‘helping out’, told me to call back if I couldn’t reach the doctor. I did. She advised me to call PALS. I did.

I’m waiting for them to call me back.

11 thoughts on “Revolving Doors

  1. Really Kafkian!
    I’m relieved to read that you’ve just found a tiny way out! I hope it is big enough to solve de situation!
    Big hugs!!!

  2. Banging your head on a brick wall? Stuck in a quagmire? Tooth-gnashing! Great that a doctor called you and was helpful. If PALS is the patient advocate system, it can be a very useful ally.
    Looks like you’re up at bat again.
    Sending hugs and cheers from the stands.

  3. Oh, no!

    I’m glad you got a call back in the end, but it is so hard for you waiting and not knowing. What level was this doctor? Consultant or more junior?

  4. Thanks all. Yes, I have now spent most of the afternoon on the phone, being called by various people I’ve been trying to contact since last Friday.
    Most were very helpful and professional, though the doctor, not sure what level, but below registrar, nearly made me drop the ‘phone when she mentioned that Mother had been on oxygen on Sunday night and much of Monday. I said that was the type of thing I felt I should know. She rather agreed.
    The dietitian was great, and I felt we made good headway. The PALS (Patients Advisory Liaison Service) co-ordinator was calm, efficient and helpful.
    The only one that worried me was the OT. It hurts to say that as I have good friend who’s an OT and who has given fantastic advice about Mother, but this one failed to impress. As it’s the OT who makes the referral for the rehab unit this worries me quite a bit.
    Oh, and the doctor gave me the correct email address for the consultant.
    So all in all quite a productive afternoon.
    And I’ve rung the Celia Hammond charity to request a home check to see if I meet their criteria. I fear I may not, so I’d like to know sooner rather than later. The woman on the ‘phone raved about Hugo…

  5. You really sound like you’ve been given the runaround but hopefully you might make some progress now. I imagine that OH quality can vary significantly as with other professions but I hope you’ve been wrong in your perception.

    I thought Hugo was gorgeous, very unusual looking. If you fail the home check, print out everything you’ve ever written on here about Cat and doorstep Celia Hammond at the centre!!!! 😀

    • Thanks Sophie.
      Someone from CH has just called me, so they’ll come around to check me out soon. I also found two lovely cats, both ginger, on Whittey’s Kitties via catchat. Sandy is an old bloke, needing a home for his last years, and Big Tom just needs a person to call his own.
      I don’t think anything will happen fast, and I don’t want it to particularly. But I should like to know if it’s worth me checking out those pages.

      I was looking at pictures of Cat earlier, he was such a great boy. I’m going to miss him for a very long time, no cat can ever take his place, though if I’m lucky, there’ll be another who I love as much. Even if I do have another cat fairly soon, it takes time for the bond to build.

  6. I’m glad CH haven’t dismissed you immediately, and you’re right to think of it as a gradual process which will allow things to be in place for when you’re ready.

    Nothing will ever take away Cat’s memory, but there will be another pet who gives you a different set of memories xxx

  7. Late to this but pleased that you have been able to speak to a doctor and that, with the exception of the OT, you are more reassured about your mother’s care. Broken ribs and the arm. Ouch, poor thing. Six weeks for the ribs as I know from experience.

    Good luck in finding a new companion 🙂

  8. I am so sorry to hear of the distress first your mother and now you yourself are going through, Isobel.

    I’m glad you feel reassured by the ‘other’ doctor.

    Looking forward to hearing some more good news for a change, soon.

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