Trigger warning: #EoLC Thread: so anticipatory drugs are a great thing. They are there, ready to be given, if the need arises at EoL. They help with pain, distress, nausea and a whole range of things we know might happen 1/n
2/n But they are only as good as the system where they are administered. If in the community then someone has to give them. So the Care Home ring the District nurses……
3/n The DNs then eventually arrive. Their role seems merely to administer said drugs. When I asked ‘Do you come cave to check on the person, that they are now comfortable?’ The answer was ‘No’
4/n So we waited 3 hours for a DN to come. I assume they were on their planned round of giving evening insulin. Thing is 3 hours distressed, at EoL is a long time. A really long time.
5/end I cannot for the life of me understand why they don’t call back. They are literally administering medicines but taking no responsibility for ‘care’. I honestly don’t understand 🤷🏻♀️ @CrystalOldman@JulieClennell
4/n They came (after 3 hours) gave an injection. Then left. That’s not care where I learnt care.
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I was once told true story by a nurse, who arrived on ward where they only used plastic cups. Now I don’t know if you have ever had a cuppa from plastic cup but it’s not great. Now, if patients can’t use an ordinary cup, or have little strength then plastic might have a place 1/n
2/n When that nurse, being slightly puzzled, asked why this was the case she was told ‘Once’ a patient threw a pot cup and a nurse and hurt them, so, as a result ‘Everyone’ gets plastic.
3/n I call this nonsense. If you think a patient might sling a cup at you, by all means give them a plastic cup, better still melamine as it’s nicer to drink from, but not everyone. It’s called individualised care.
I know our elderly Aunty June is safe but in some ways that doesn’t make me feel any better. This is a story of being elderly and frail in 2020 1/n
Imagine being a little bit confused but you are aware and work hard at hiding it. You sometimes can’t remember whether it’s morning or afternoon and you obsessively write down car registrations of everyone who comes to see you and peoples telephone numbers. 2/n
Then one day you start to feel very unwell. (It’s COVID19 via a carer). You are so unwell that everything is a blur and you can’t even get up to get a drink. You stop caring about who comes, and time has no meaning 3/n