God Damn Motherfucking Bitch!

[saitaina]

I will not be talked to like a mentally challenged two year old!

Yes, I (OMG!) gave my mother two fucking sips of soda, excuse me for knowing her medical history far better then you and knowing it was perfectly fine to give her those.

And don't you fucking dare tell me that my caregiving for my mother was not and is not good enough. Yes, she's diabetic, yes, she eats fucking ice cream, yes, I took care of her the night she overdosed for a good handful of hours, by my fucking self, because I didn't want her anywhere near idiots like you who don't know her, don't give a damn and treat her like a fucking leper because she's suicidal (You won't even give her pants for christ's sake!).

You make me fucking cry in front of her. I've held it together for two days without crying until you opened your fat mouth.

I hate you, and I hope, with all the force of my soul that you end up in my mother's position one day, without someone who gives a damn there by your side.

Stupid cunt.


...I'm REALLY not having a fucking good day.

I had enough guilt on me for waiting to call 911, I didn't need her accusing me of almost killing my mother over it.

I can't...

My other has stage 3 kidney failure, diabetes and previous heart disease (she had a heart attack about five years ago, for some reason it shows up on current cardiac tests), yes, the OD probably made many of those symptoms worse, but seriously? Three sips of Mountain Dew (something she actually drinks quite regularly), is not going to fucking kill her, even with a previous blood sugar being 198 (duh, bitch, D-I-A-B-E-T-E-S, that's actually a pretty decent number considering the crap you're pumping into her).

ARG! This woman is setting me up to have a break-down of my own, and for my own safety, it's getting to the point I'm going to have to either stop visiting mum (not a chance in hell), or just be a rude little bitch and ignore the fucker while I'm here...



PS, Bitch, don't fucking tell me what my mother has or has not asked from you. If my mother says she has asked for pants of some kind, I fucking believed she asked someone about it. My mother detests, with everything she is, having nothing between her legs (she won't even wear a nightgown to bed because of it).

Comments

[bean-bunny.livejournal.com]

Is there a person at the hospital you can complain to?

[saitaina]

No idea, but I'm going to find out...as soon as I find the papers that say 'I'm in charge, shut up" (well, technically they say I have the right to make dicissions for my mother's medical care when she can't and thus not be treated like a mentally challenged two year old).

Baring that, I'm going to try to get there early tomorrow to catch both doctors (her reg doctor and psych doctor, both who make rounds there), and discuss it and her care with them, since nurse bitchy is way to over dramatic about shit.

[marsdejahthoris.livejournal.com]

That seriously SUCKS. *snugs* I hate people who assume that they know more about the PATIENT than you do, because they have a degree in something else. I would loan you my mother if I could, she's been in a situation similar to yours. *Grandmother wasn't suicidal, but she was diabetic and had other physical problems* Here's wishing you good luck and that the nurse twit gets reamed out royally by her superiors.