Breathing time

Wooowhee, the last couple days have been off the charts stressful.

As I said in a previous post, my mom has been really, REALLY confused since whatever happened last Friday. The week has been full of police reports, DCF investigations, an admission into the hospital for that strange bout of confusion, and struggling to get her placed somewhere else.

I've got a real problem with Port Orange Rehab. Not only did they threaten an employee with termination of she told me what she witnessed, but they also blatantly lied to the DCF investigator, who says they said that absolutely nothing (not even bullying or verbal abuse) happened last Friday. They explained the ripped off fingernail by saying my mom had ripped it herself. They explained the black eye by saying my mom has a bait of rubbing that eye and "resting her hand" against that eye. What a bunch of bull.

So, anyway, DCF apparently leans toward believing the bullies over the victim. And apparently, the two law firms I've called so far think it's okay for the elderly to be pushed down, emotionally abused, and ignored to the point of getting recurrent UTI's is just fine as long as they weren't visibly injured with more than a black eye and ripped fingernail. So, nursing home employees can get away with ANYTHING as long as they don't leave serious visible injury. I guess emotional trauma and assault and battery don't mean anything.

Not this time. I'm POSITIVE something happened to my mom. I've been advised to contact the nursing home ombudsman to see what help they can offer. I know it looks bad that my mom changed her story many times in her confusion. However, I feel her confusion was a result of whatever trauma she endured. She wasn't confused before this happened. And now that she's in a new safe place, she's no longer confused, but still can't remember what happened to her.

I would also like to get a psychiatrist's opinion about all this and see if it's possible that a traumatic event could cause confusion and memory loss.

But it's not over yet. If this has happened to my mom, I'm sure it has happened to others. And will happen in the future. I want it to stop, and will do everything I can to make sure it doesn't happen again.

And wouldn't you know? The person who allegedly did this to my mom has quite the rap sheet. You can find a list of her offenses here. Wow, everything from drugs to DUI to domestic battery. Makes you wonder why a nursing home for the elderly would hire someone with so many arrests, especially ones that involve injury to someone else!

Oh no, this isn't over by a long shot.

Anyway, after a couple rehab facilities refused to take her because of her allegations and confusion about what happened, I finally got a call from a nice place in Daytona, and my mom was transferred there yesterday. She was very sad, not talking, and not eating. I finally got her to talk to me when I got there and asked her why she was so sad. Her room was MUCH larger, and private, with a nice big window, nice view, and the TV was big and got a lot more channels than the other rehab. She also has a nice recliner and more places to put personal items like photos.

She said, "I'll never see Monet again."

Shattered heart, again. I got up and went to the nurse's station, and asked if I could bring Monet to visit. They said yes, and when I told my mom, she instantly sat up straight and squealed with joy. It was like watching a little girl when she holds a puppy for the first time. My mom literally started to cry with joy. She asked when I will bring Monet to see her. I said, "Tomorrow," and another squeal of pure, unadulterated joy.

That made me really happy and instantly relieved. I asked a stupid question then. "So, you're happy now?"

And she said, "Oh, yes! I can't wait to see my whittle baby girl!" Lol. She then ate a whole grilled cheese, some soup and some Milano cookies.

So all is working out on that front, and I forgot to mention the staff at the new place seem very nice and have been extremely helpful.

Anyway, sorry about the lack of pics lately...but I do have a couple I guess I can post...

This is Monet and Hermione (formerly Crappy, formerly Trappy), snuggling after an hour of play...

Then Monet notices I'm like the Paparazzi, sneaking photos of a secret love affair:

Then, the Bieber-like paw blocking the shot...I had to use evasive manuevers to keep her from wrestling the phone out of my hand. Lol.

But then I guess she really didn't care...because she went back to sleep. :)

And here's a pic from Mindquest, where James and I took the kids last Saturday. It's an escape room place, and we did "The Haunting," which was their second hardest room. We didn't escape in time (it was HARD), but we did have a happy time. When I saw the aviator hat with goggles, I had to have a pic, because my PlayStation aviator is a girl with an aviator hat and goggles.

And, for the record, I am NOT pigeon-toed. I only sit that way sometimes. :)