You may recall from a previos blog that my mother in law has been paralysed down her right side for the past 18 years due to a stroke and that she fell recently and broke the hip on the bad side. The good news is that she has recovered from this in the orthopaedic sense, but in the hospital she has not been allowed to show the staff if she can transfer from bed to wheelchair to toilet/chair etc as she did before. She has only been moved by some ghastly hoist which she hates, and with all the time in hospital she is going to be losing what abilities and determination she had.
And it gets worse. I hear she is being released on Friday (21st) with carers four times a day (which she never needed before) and a f*****g hoist. What about a period in stroke rehab? What about physios? Not a murmur. The arrogant bastards (Shevington Ward at RAEI Wigan, in case you are interested) are treating her current (and in their case deliberate) immobility as an orthpaedic problem when it is actually neurological/stroke related and of long standing and which she has coped with brilliantly. And today some loathsome social worker with a arrogant and intrusive attitude and a nose like Pinocchio has been at her house, gawping at everything she had no business to, and then had the nerve to tell us to 'de-clutter.'
I have never liked social workers - they are just a massive job creation scheme if you ask me. Woody Allen had it exactly right in one of his films when he described a bad date as having the body of a crab and the head of a social worker!
Jack Orchison, February 19, 2014.
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