That scares me about getting old. Don’t want to be a burden on my children, don’t want to fall into the hands of the cruel or negligent.
When my grandmother was in the nursing home, my uncle spent more time schmoozing the aides than sitting with her. It might have paid off.
This is the reality of state-run/state-controlled health care - expensive, bureaucratic, bad
After a stroke, our mother entered a country rehab center. The staff were nice enough, but neglectful. Mom developed bed-sores almost immediately, diapers went unchanged for long periods, mentally ill people roamed the halls unchecked.
We got her out of there and brought her home. Although it was a huge burden to all of us, we made it work. We are so glad she was able to die in peace, at home.
And that's a real concern. I'm sure that goes for many of us here. The gulf coast here in Florida has long been called "God's waiting room", and for good reason.
My wife and I took care of my mother in her last years, and the final two were very hard -- her capabilities dwindled so badly, and she was at the mercy of medical staff who, shall we say, were sometimes less than compassionate. Many were great, some were not. This work takes a special sort of personality, which is all too rare these days.
And as much as I hate to say it, I did see an attitude in some of the black folk working at these nursing homes who did have a "all my problems are whiteys fault" chip on their shoulder. Dealing with them was never a good time.
