It took over an hour on Sunday evening for the ambulance to reach my mother’s modest WWII-era home in Kahala. My sister, Bonnie, says it was 72 minutes, to be precise.
Earlier that day, it seemed like we were making some progress. My mother’s condition was about the same, but the hospice agency had readily agreed to at least a temporary “respite” placement in a care home while her condition could be evaluated. The level of care she needs is now beyond our abilities and competence, and the hospice agency agreed, scheduling their RN to arrive first thing Monday morning to facilitate the transfer.
But events intervened when my mother, in her drug-muddled state, tried to get out of bed on her own. The good news is that she didn’t fall and hit her head. Instead, she fell and injured her leg or ankle, I’m still not completely sure which. One dislocation, one fracture. Then she lay on the floor for over an hour waiting for the ambulance to arrive. What if it were a stroke, or a heart attack? If this is typical, it’s another city service imploding. Take a look, Mayor Caldwell!
At about 4 a.m. Monday morning, my mom was transferred to an 8-bed care home in Palolo. It’s really quite a nice place. She has a private room and was sleeping peacefully when we visited. I don’t know if she’s going to survive, but while we worry about her condition, we don’t have to worry about her care any more. She’s being well taken care of by people who know what they’re doing. That’s a huge relief.
Islands Hospice gets a rave review for stepping in and making all the arrangements to move my mom to the Palolo home late Sunday night and early Monday. Bonnie is still amazed that the RN on duty not only arranged the transportation and found the empty bed, but showed up at the emergency room, waiting with Bonnie until the transporter arrived, then drove Bonnie home before returning to Palolo to check my mom’s condition and make sure all was well.
We are now in waiting mode. Our mother has been non responsive, and we’re waiting to see whether this changes as the pain meds are ratcheted down.
Hoping for the best, expecting…who knows?