First, I see the purchase of a mattress on Amazon for $59, which I query. This is a house that has eleven beds, most of them single. I couldn't think why a mattress was needed.
Seems the visiting nurse from Porchlight asked Peg how she'd slept, Peg said not very well, it was always "so lumpy". The nurse suggested to Outside Bob--his day inside at the helm--that he might want to consider buying a mattress topper, and one which was also waterproof. He mentioned this to Bonnie the next morning and they ordered one from Amazon. Neither thought to check with me. Had they done so, I would have said there is a nearly new mattress topper on the bed up in Odd's old office and that a waterproof cover could be had from TJ's say, for $5.99. On top of which, speaking of toppers, Peg not only sleeps in her clothes including at least 2 sweaters and a heavy fleece jacket--even if the thermostat's at 78--and by morning it's all bunched up underneath her. She also sleeps on a leopard fleece blanket which is not tucked in and forms itself into a ball all night long. My point being: the existing mattress is fine, plus already has a waterproof "nappie" on it.
I told them to cancel the order.
Nine thousand emails later, with everyone explaining WHY they did what they did or FEEL the way they do about mattress toppers, newly-purchased or otherwise, the long and short of it is the mattress topper with waterproof cover are due to arrive today and Bonnie will either meet UPS at the door and refuse to accept it--or she won't.
Nothing is easy, is it.
We then had a staff issue--well, they did, I didn't--about WHO was allowed to be the one in charge who could say when Peg's leg looked swollen enough to warrent a Lasix pill. I then wrote an email back stating that it didn't MATTER who saw it first, whoever did do so was to: a) ring Porchlight nurse ; or B) the doctor; or C) if critical, an ambulance. Jesus H.
This was followed by noses out of joint because Terri got breakfast bacon and eggs for Peg instead of Bonnie doing it, and then sat with Peg while she ate it. Terri always remains in the morning a few extra hours on her own time, and also arrives two hours early, not charging then either--because she cares about Peg. But Bonnie cares about Peg, too. So. Another email goes off to all four staff saying I don't care who fixes Peg's breakfast, just as long as she gets fed and takes her pills. Suddenly it's like being school monitor on a field trip. Thin skins, petty jealousies, and egos abound.
Meanwhile, Oslo the Owl observes it all silently from her perch on the bird feeder but does fuck all to help me besides eat the occasional squirrel.
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