1 /5 Heather Vessells: This is no place for hospice care: My husband is dying and when I visit him at the San Francisco Health Care and Rehab facility, I always leave with a pain in my heart.
During my last visit I saw: him lying uncovered, heavily drugged, unresponsive, and at my last visit, with an open diaper lying in old loose poop, and a very red behind. When the CNA finally came she roughly rubbed his sore behind; he twitched and yelped at each rub (so did I.)
Ive experienced: always ignored as I stand at the desk at the nurses station, with backs turned on the swivel chairs, and at my last visit, after I asked for his nurse, adding that he needs help with him lying in poop, I received a loud aggressive vocal response from a CNA, seemingly a teenage.
She said: "Oh yeah? He pooped before, thats two times today, and he hit me this morning!" I remained silent and stunned while she repeated the statements hysterically while asserting, "You think its okay that he hit me!" each time louder than the last.
I said: "Im sorry, lets talk about that; that man lying there is a wonderful human being, he loves everybody and he is not in his right mind, his dementia makes him like a baby, if a baby hit you what would you..."
she cut me off and said: "you want to talk? Go home! Go home and talk! You go home, go home!" I did walk a few steps to the office and report her, but I didnt feel better, not at all. I felt abused.
Prior visits: I found him smelly, heavily drugged, unresponsive, and if I asked for anything like water to give him, a different nurse was always annoyed, rude, and took at least thirty minutes to respond, and only after I again approached the front desk with the same request.
So Sad. To end your days like that.
