Last night was the first night this week I had anything like a full night's sleep. Seven hours: a luxury!
Mom's nursing home continues to be a problem; it is clear staff is overworked, underpaid and even the skilled workers are from the middle third of the talent pool at best: paint-by-numbers nurses in a job that's anything but. One of them tried to double-dose her pain meds last night, on the premise that "she missed her afternoon pill because she was at the doctor's office; she took that one late and I'm just catching her up now." Not two hours after the first dose. Hey, maybe that would be okay for an antibiotic or skin ointment, but it's not how narcotic pain relievers work and A) I expect a nurse -- any nurse! -- to know it* plus B) procedures should be in place to prevent it. You know what happens when you give frail old people too heavy a dose of this kind of pain pills? They stop breathing.
If I'm unhappy, my siblings are even more so; one was on the scene and the other is presently driving back from a road trip, seething with anger. He's the level-headed one and has been point-of-contact with the retirement home from the beginning. He'll be here today to, in his word, "sort 'em out." Alas, I fear that harvest is mostly chaff.
* I expect candy-stripers to know this. I expect staffers at the levels that are the reason such pills are (supposedly) under lock and key, dispensation and dispensor (supposedly) tracked by logbook to know this. For that matter, I expect pill-popping bums from Rush Limbaugh down to toothless box-dwellers in the the alleyways to know this: take too many of these kinds of pills in too short a period of time and your lungs stop pushing air.
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