Saturday, April 21, 2018
21/ The Hospice Nurse
When my second mother was dying in Florida, all the hospice nurses were wonderful until "Lorraine" showed up. Her real estate license clearly had more meaning to her than her R.N. certification. Abandoning her patient, she walked through the rooms, her strident voice making suggestions for a quick sale and pushing her pitch to get the listing. When she read her newspaper by spreading it atop my comatose mother, that was the last straw.
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That's terrible. What did you do?
ReplyDeleteI reported her. They took me seriously--said she was a hire from a temp agency. So I'm sure there were repercussions. And of course I removed the newspaper.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad they took your concerns seriously. There seem to be plenty of instances where that doesn't occur.
ReplyDeleteHoly $#!+.
ReplyDeleteMay she have met a kindred soul, when she needed care! (I have a resentful nature, I'm told.)
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