Well hey Snappy, I'll tell you....
Went to visit mom before the meeting, and of course she was in a wheelchair, in a diaper, at a small table near the nurse's station. Had been there all morning, and here it was 12:30. Sat with her, and around 12:55, they came thru with a lunch meal in a styrofoam takeout container. She said she was bored. Refused to eat. She's down from 140 lbs to 121 lbs. I looked in her room down the hall to see what the activity schedule had been for the day...church at 10, accordian player at 11:30. Of course, no one took her. Husband came along, too, but using oxygen. Told me not to leave him sitting there, or they'd think he was a patient. So we went to the business office side at 1:30 for the meeting, and got my Florida sis on the speakerphone, too. Good thing, because there were 8 staff waiting for us, ready to pounce. So they said the nurse that called the doc to prescribe the antidepressants and bipolar meds is no longer working there. Good. Said staff are being "retrained". I told them what I saw...mom not getting to do anything, sitting by herself...not eating in the dining room...nothing. What a horrible existence. .Told them there was no walker in her room, or near the nurse's station. Weight loss. So they are writing up a schedule for her...up and breakfast when she wants. Then music time in her room (I suggested Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Elvis, or old gospel). She likes to arrange flowers in vases, so they said they would set out a table of vases and an asst of fake flowers. They promised they would get her hair done weekly, nails done every other, and take her to the activity of the day. They promised they would take her to the dining room for at least lunch, and if she's mad at Uncle Melvin that day (he says she has a black boyfriend and drives him around in her truck), then she can sit with Fern (another 99 yr old relative) and eat lunch. My sis and I will get a call next Wednesday afternoon with a log of all the things she participated in. I'm cooking a big lunch for mother's day Sunday and bringing it in, and we'll all eat together. Cousin Wanda is joining us, too. The staff said that most families don't check on their loved ones there. The staff is not used to it. The physical therapist insists she wont be walking like she used to because she's at too big of a fall risk. I don't agree, she was walking with a walker in February, but then she broke her leg, has lost strength in it, and had a heart attack in March, so there's that. They did call me this morning to ask if they could call her doc to call in a prescription because of a sore on her butt. Well. Geesh. Diapers and sitting in a wheelchair. That'll do it. Husband will never go to a nursing home. They suck. If it's ever just me left, I'll rent out rooms to ladies like me, and we'll muddle through.