SeaCat
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This morning I was introduced to a gift to my hospital from a local Nursing Home. It didn't take us long to figure out why they had shipped her off to us.
She is loud, she is vulgar, she is lazy and she is rather on the large size. (She weighs over 400 pounds.) She has a couple of hobbies.
She loves to eat, anything and everything.
She loves to piss and shit on herself then make others clean her up. It's a power trip for her.
She also loves to talk on the phone. Either with her mother in Texas or with the state to lodge a complaint about her treatment.
It took more than a couple of people to transfer her from the stretcher to her bed last night. She called the state about this. This morning she was on the phone bright and early to complain because she coudn't call her mother in Texas.
By noon I had cleaned her no less than four times, fed her damned near everything in the kitchen and listened to her bitch at the kitchen staff because her servings weren't large enough for her. (Last night she called for and ate four seperate Box Lunches while drinking eight cans of Pepsi.)
She has a hard time breathing because no one can get her out of bed and into an upright position.
I wasn't going to deal with this too long. I thought about what I was dealing with and how to fix the problem. It didn't take me too long to figure things out.
I went into the basement and dug around in the old equipment storage area. (To which I just happen to have a key.) I found the items I was looking for and moved them upstairs.
I called the State Rep and told him what I was planning, he agreed to come out and watch to make sure everything was correct. When he showed up I had him inspect my equipment and okay it before I wheeled it into the room.
It took me a bit of work but I got her fitted with a special sling for the Hoyer Lift. One that left certain parts of her body exposed while supporting her completely. I used this to lift her from the bed and into a specialy designed chair that allowed her to sit upright, (Which helped her to breath,) and also allowed her to void without making a mess of herself or the bed. The chair was amply padded and designed for someone of her girth.
Oh she hated it. She screamed and complained as soon as she saw it. She grabbed her phone and dialed the State Reps Cell Number and complained to him about her treatment. She complained that we were treating her in a cruel and dehuminising manner. We were treating her not like a human being but like a piece of meat.
He, and her doctor walked into the room right after this phone call. He informed her that he had inspected the equipment used and approved of them. They were neither cruel or inhumane.
The M.D. informed her that her diet was being curtailed. She was to be limited to both the amounts of food she was allowed as well as to the types of food she was allowed. She was also limited to the amounts and types of drinks she was allowed. (No more ordering three Meat and Cheese Omeletes for breakfast. No more ordering two double cheeseburgers with bacon for lunch. No more soda every time she wanted it.)
Naturally she blamed me for this. She screamed and cursed me out everytime she saw me.
I know that tomorrow I'll hear about this. I'll hear about the complaints from my co-workers. I'll hear about the complaints by the patient. Yet I have letters from both the doctor and the State Rep defending me. It shall be interesting when my boss gets hold of me.
Cat
She is loud, she is vulgar, she is lazy and she is rather on the large size. (She weighs over 400 pounds.) She has a couple of hobbies.
She loves to eat, anything and everything.
She loves to piss and shit on herself then make others clean her up. It's a power trip for her.
She also loves to talk on the phone. Either with her mother in Texas or with the state to lodge a complaint about her treatment.
It took more than a couple of people to transfer her from the stretcher to her bed last night. She called the state about this. This morning she was on the phone bright and early to complain because she coudn't call her mother in Texas.
By noon I had cleaned her no less than four times, fed her damned near everything in the kitchen and listened to her bitch at the kitchen staff because her servings weren't large enough for her. (Last night she called for and ate four seperate Box Lunches while drinking eight cans of Pepsi.)
She has a hard time breathing because no one can get her out of bed and into an upright position.
I wasn't going to deal with this too long. I thought about what I was dealing with and how to fix the problem. It didn't take me too long to figure things out.
I went into the basement and dug around in the old equipment storage area. (To which I just happen to have a key.) I found the items I was looking for and moved them upstairs.
I called the State Rep and told him what I was planning, he agreed to come out and watch to make sure everything was correct. When he showed up I had him inspect my equipment and okay it before I wheeled it into the room.
It took me a bit of work but I got her fitted with a special sling for the Hoyer Lift. One that left certain parts of her body exposed while supporting her completely. I used this to lift her from the bed and into a specialy designed chair that allowed her to sit upright, (Which helped her to breath,) and also allowed her to void without making a mess of herself or the bed. The chair was amply padded and designed for someone of her girth.
Oh she hated it. She screamed and complained as soon as she saw it. She grabbed her phone and dialed the State Reps Cell Number and complained to him about her treatment. She complained that we were treating her in a cruel and dehuminising manner. We were treating her not like a human being but like a piece of meat.
He, and her doctor walked into the room right after this phone call. He informed her that he had inspected the equipment used and approved of them. They were neither cruel or inhumane.
The M.D. informed her that her diet was being curtailed. She was to be limited to both the amounts of food she was allowed as well as to the types of food she was allowed. She was also limited to the amounts and types of drinks she was allowed. (No more ordering three Meat and Cheese Omeletes for breakfast. No more ordering two double cheeseburgers with bacon for lunch. No more soda every time she wanted it.)
Naturally she blamed me for this. She screamed and cursed me out everytime she saw me.
I know that tomorrow I'll hear about this. I'll hear about the complaints from my co-workers. I'll hear about the complaints by the patient. Yet I have letters from both the doctor and the State Rep defending me. It shall be interesting when my boss gets hold of me.
Cat
