This morning the assisted living people called to tell my husband they had sent his dad to the hospital. I had the phone unplugged, because I'm sleeping in the front bedroom...the cold and all, so I didn't hear the phone at all. He was in the shower and didn't hear it either. Instead of leaving a message they just called the ambulance and sent him off. The ambulance called the destination hospital to tell them what they had and they diverted them to another hospital where there was a neurologist on staff. A ton of drama and he has an eye infection and possibly a stress related rash on his neck...they didn't really know about that. I'm sort of speechless. This all started at 7:30AM and he has now (left at 3ish) gone to pick up his mother at the other hospital, because the assited living that costs a FORTUNE/month doesn't have a transfer car except on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm ready to tell them to wait until Tuesday or Thursday to send our folks to the hospital, and that the outpatient clinic would be fine....or even their doctor's office would be really nice.
My husband is furious with them. The administrator had acted sort of like a horse's rear about the loaner bed they let my mil use until we could bring a twin one up there. It has been over a week now since my son and husband took the bed and all the twin bed linens up there and the loaner bed is still in the room, exactly like they left it. Hubby will be having a chat with him next week.