I am so very sorry. I can't see hospitals as anything but death camps. People talk about Canada and their MAID, but I think it's even worse here. They do the same thing here but it's hidden. They pretend they're trying to help patients, but they're really just helping to kill them. I saw it with my mother, years before covid. Unfortunately, I didn't know much about what was standard of care or what to look out for. She had a had a stroke, but they spent I don't even remember how long testing her for seizures. Nobody would listen to me. Most of the nurses were nicer than what you experienced, but they hadn't been lauded as "HEROES" yet and given standing ovations everywhere they went. You and your mother are in my prayers.
This piece carried an emotional weight that lingers. The juxtaposition of hospital chaos and Sahara stillness was powerful—both terrains of survival. Thank you for letting us witness that contrast through your eyes.
Thanks. We have Hospice in place now. She was dying and the mess brought her back briefly, which was nice to see her smile again. She was glad to get home and seems at peace now - further along in the end days stage. She had slipped out of the bed due to acidosis which is common in dehydration at the end. // biohack that helped, crush her Synthroid tablet, mix with 1/2 teaspoon Pure Maple Syrup (electrolytes, ketones, manganese), 1/16th teaspoon of Potassium citrate (for acidity), and a tablespoon of water (structured with boron is what I used), give in tiny amounts by syringe - it helped her be less muscle cramped and painful, she relaxed again, peaceful look instead of grimace of pain and curling up trying to get out of bed. / she now has a medical bed with side rails.
This could have been my mom, if any of her children had the courage to try to care for her in their homes. None of us did. What you are doing is beyond heroic. And so resourceful and sensible! "not a fall risk if already on the floor… gravity, work with it instead of against it. "
My dad confided to me, when he was in the memory care unit, that he had fallen and he sent the aide away and told him he could get himself up on his own. He was very proud of crawling to the bed and pulling himself up on it.
I have no words to describe the horror I am reading about, every person in a position of authority and tasked to provide care acting in reprehensible ways. And people wonder how everyone went along with the Nazis and the death camps? Here it is right under our noses. But proximity Is not an explanation, I still don't get it.
I am so very sorry. I can't see hospitals as anything but death camps. People talk about Canada and their MAID, but I think it's even worse here. They do the same thing here but it's hidden. They pretend they're trying to help patients, but they're really just helping to kill them. I saw it with my mother, years before covid. Unfortunately, I didn't know much about what was standard of care or what to look out for. She had a had a stroke, but they spent I don't even remember how long testing her for seizures. Nobody would listen to me. Most of the nurses were nicer than what you experienced, but they hadn't been lauded as "HEROES" yet and given standing ovations everywhere they went. You and your mother are in my prayers.
Thank you. I was just rethinking the advisability of posting all of the details so clearly. I'm tired and it was helpful to me.
I understand, especially if you're looking at legal remedies. I'm not sure what would be best, but I wish you the very best outcome.
This piece carried an emotional weight that lingers. The juxtaposition of hospital chaos and Sahara stillness was powerful—both terrains of survival. Thank you for letting us witness that contrast through your eyes.
Thanks. We have Hospice in place now. She was dying and the mess brought her back briefly, which was nice to see her smile again. She was glad to get home and seems at peace now - further along in the end days stage. She had slipped out of the bed due to acidosis which is common in dehydration at the end. // biohack that helped, crush her Synthroid tablet, mix with 1/2 teaspoon Pure Maple Syrup (electrolytes, ketones, manganese), 1/16th teaspoon of Potassium citrate (for acidity), and a tablespoon of water (structured with boron is what I used), give in tiny amounts by syringe - it helped her be less muscle cramped and painful, she relaxed again, peaceful look instead of grimace of pain and curling up trying to get out of bed. / she now has a medical bed with side rails.
This could have been my mom, if any of her children had the courage to try to care for her in their homes. None of us did. What you are doing is beyond heroic. And so resourceful and sensible! "not a fall risk if already on the floor… gravity, work with it instead of against it. "
My dad confided to me, when he was in the memory care unit, that he had fallen and he sent the aide away and told him he could get himself up on his own. He was very proud of crawling to the bed and pulling himself up on it.
I have no words to describe the horror I am reading about, every person in a position of authority and tasked to provide care acting in reprehensible ways. And people wonder how everyone went along with the Nazis and the death camps? Here it is right under our noses. But proximity Is not an explanation, I still don't get it.