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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Day Seven Rehab

Day seven was yesterday, Monday.

Some things are becoming clearer with time.

Foremost, I need to figure out a way to get my mom out of this place and back home as soon as possible.

Second, this so-called rehab facility... how do I say this? They're dope pushers. The first night my mom was there, they tried to talk her into an anti-depressant. She declined. This conversation took place right in front of my brother, my daughter, and me. Then, the head nurse agreed they wouldn't give her any narcotic or psychotropic drug without first consulting her family. Also, over the weekend, I told my mom that if they asked her to sign anything to tell them that she doesn't sign anything without talking to her son and daughter first.

Well, they talked her into signing a narcotics release. We just learned that they have, in fact, given her Ativan.

The conversation went something like this: "Mrs. Carnes, sign this release." She said she didn't want to sign anything without talking to her kids. "Mrs. Carnes, what if you're in pain and your kids aren't here?" The thing is she is not in pain. None of her conditions cause pain. And, of course, they didn't give her pain medicine.

Posted by Marie at March 22, 2005 10:55 PM


Hey, Marie: Just wanted to say it's great what you're trying to do for your Mom, and it's great you're writing about it, too. Hang in there!

Posted by: Dan at March 23, 2005 9:54 AM