I called the director of nursing today to make sure she was on top of my brother's medical condition. Of course, she didn't answer the phone. I got a wierd voice mail of what I think is the company she works for. I called back the nursing home to make sure they had transferred me to the right number and they assured me they did. I left her a message, telling her that they had doubled the amount of Lasex (sp?) and that I was concerned that my brother's blood pressure could drop precipitously, which it has done before. I asked her to call me back, and she has yet to do so. Neither has the patient advocate.
Then I called his nurse on his floor. His blood pressure isn't too bad, in the 140s, something like that. But when he was living on his own, it rarely got above 120/80. My brother had told me earlier in the week his blood pressure (before the medication was changed) was in the 170s. That's so high, I didn't know whether I should believe him or not because he does get this kind of thing messed up. But maybe he was right. It makes me so angry that I'm the one that has to alert the staff that he was putting on fluid.
I hate to take up the nurses' time, I know they work so hard, but if I don't look out for him, no one will.
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