I have been doing some very depressing reading in the last little while. Like a good little librarian, when Nana got sick I ran straight to the stacks to do research on Nursing Homes, since that is exactly where Papa is going to end up now that Nana can't take care of him. Let me share some gems of wisdom with you.
1. The name "Nursing Home" is not the correct nomenclature. Care Facility, please.
2. Alzheimers is both tragically sad and hysterically funny. Really, how can you not laugh when your grandfather puts his pants on backwards like KrisKros?
3. Any family member who gives a damn will feel like a murdering ungrateful son of a bitch for even thinking of letting their loved on set foot in the door of a care home. The only ones spared this miasma of guilt are those assholes who don't care anyhow, which strangely makes them the only people who are really able to make objective decisions.
4. There are two types of books on Nursing Homes. First, there are the kind that actually give you good information on the different types of homes, making the transitions, assuaging your overwhelming guilt, etc. These books tend to be written by medical professionals or researchers. They are often helpful.
Then there are the books that average-joe authors wrote to assuage their guilt for putting their own parents/grandparents in crappy awful nursing homes. These books vacillate unpredictably between telling you that your parent will be just fine, and giving you examples of the horrific treatment their own loved one suffered at the hands of the demonic care aides before gasping out "how could you?" with their dying breath. These books are not helpful.
Sadly, there is no way of knowing which type of book you have got your hands on before you jump onto the rollercoaster ride of either medical detail or heartrending stories of someone else's crappy experience. I would like to send a general notice out to all authors of books on care facilities: IF YOU DON"T HAVE A SOLUTION TO THE PROBLEM DONT TELL ME ABOUT IT!!! If my grandfather might be restrained upside down from a chair in the ceiling so that the psycho head spinning care aides can watch him better, and YOU KNOW A WAY TO PREVENT THIS, then by all means, include problem and solution in your book. If you don't have a fucking clue how to prevent said tragic problem, DONT" TELL ME ABOUT IT because it will just make me freak out, and want to send my grandfather to the SPCA instead of the BC health care system.
Ok, i'm quite sorry. That was quite a rant there, please forgive. Signing off,
Guilt-ravaged-moderately-coping-granddaughter.
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