Whatever They’re Paying, It’s Too Much
My mother is one of the most hardworking, responsible people I know — to a fault. After decades in the medical malpractice legal world, she finally retired and was looking forward to her very well-deserved future of relaxation and self-care. However, just two months after she retired, her parents (my grandparents) were stricken with so many collective health problems that they were moved into an assisted living facility, and from that point on, my mom essentially became their full-time caretaker.
Why did she need to be, you may be wondering, if they were in a facility that should already be providing care? Well, between my basically blind grandmother’s dialysis requirements (transport needed to another location three times a week), all of their major logistical, medical, and financial needs, and the fact that both of my grandparents are quite comfortable getting my mom to do everything instead of asking the staff for help, the woman basically never stops. She does their laundry, handles their doctor’s appointments, files their taxes, fetches and carries for them, and spends a ton of time just staying on top of all the staff at the various facilities they’re in and out of, triple-checking that everyone involved is doing their job and picking up the slack or raising her voice when they don’t.
It seems excessive, right? She’s constantly burnt out by it all. I’ve tried to insist on her setting some healthier boundaries for herself and getting her brother to help out more, but she insists that if she doesn’t constantly handle everything, then things just won’t get done. She despairs to me that “no one knows how to think anymore” and “no one knows how to do their jobs”, and she worries constantly that something important will be missed and that whatever medical catastrophe that follows will be all her fault.
Knowing my mother as I do, and living several states away as all this is going on, it’s hard not to think that everyone else’s alleged incompetence is mostly in her head, or that she’s just so quick to do things herself that she never gives anyone a chance to prove that she doesn’t need to. However, I’ve recently spent a week with her, following her around and witnessing all her interactions with staff, all her phone calls with doctors and nurses and receptionists ad nauseam, and I was saddened to learn just how right she might be.
There were several examples I witnessed of staff being unobservant, clueless, or seemingly incapable of thinking past the exact parameters of their job description. These were not cut-rate facilities, by the way! Everything looked very nice, and the people were always very pleasant, but that did not mean they necessarily used their brains for anything else. I came to see that Mom’s terrible luck with systems or employees functioning as they should was really not her imagination after all. Here’s just one example.
Three weeks before, my grandfather had been tested for a UTI (urinary tract infection). These can be extremely worrying, as we found out last year when he suffered a major one. For those who don’t know, UTIs (in elderly men especially) can cause alarming symptoms that mimic dementia. These symptoms can also include auditory hallucinations, and my grandfather was reporting to us — in the present day — that he was beginning to hear women singing in the style of the 1940s, as if in the next room — the EXACT auditory hallucination he’d had the last time — so, clearly, we were concerned about the possible UTI! But only in the week I was visiting did the doctor finally call my mother, telling her he’d prescribed an antibiotic for my grandfather and suddenly being very insistent that he begin taking it right away! As my mother pointed out, it was obvious that no one had looked at the results of the test until just now, and the UTI was sure to be worse after three weeks. But some relief at last, right? The prescription had been ordered!
Not exactly. A day later, my mom got a call from the assisted living facility.
Facility: “Hi, Ms. [Mom]. We have these antibiotics here. For your father?”
Yes, a lot of these people spoke in a questioning tone, as if unsure of what they were saying. Mom keeps her phone volume loud, and I could always hear every word.
Mom: “Yes, those should be for his UTI. [Doctor] just prescribed them.”
Facility: “Oh, well… we can’t give them to him without an order from the doctor.”
Mom: *Briefly stumped* “What do you mean? The doctor prescribed them.”
Facility: “Yes, but we can’t administer them without an order. You’re going to need to call the doctor and have him give us the order.”
Mom: “Okay, but why do I have to call him? Can’t you call him yourself? He’ll tell you—”
Facility: “No, we can’t do that. We don’t call doctors. You have to call him and tell him to give us an order.”
Mom: “I don’t understand. Why can’t you just—”
Facility: “That’s not what we do.”
My mother said, “Fine,” did as instructed, and called the doctor.
Doctor: “What do you mean, they haven’t given it to him yet? He needs to be on those antibiotics!”
Mom: “Yes, I’m well aware! They need an order from you. They said you have to call them and—”
Doctor: “He’s at [Facility], right?”
Mom: “Right—”
Doctor: “Don’t they have their own doctors there?!”
Mom: “Yes, they do.”
Doctor: “They should know how these things work! This is ridiculous! Your father should have been on medication weeks ago! Why do I have to call them and tell them how to do their jobs?!”
I’m sure my mother was wondering the same thing — but with the added bonus of having the doctor yell at her, too.
A day later, she confirmed that the order had been sent. Another day later, we learned that the antibiotics had still not been given. I think it was another two days of similar nonsense after that before the pills finally, actually changed hands and made it to my grandfather. If my mom hadn’t been on top of it — or any of the thousand other things she handles — I honestly don’t know what would have happened.
I used to think many of my mother’s problems were something she brought upon herself, but I’ve seen enough to believe her now. I only wish there was something to be done about it!