Dad has been finding life and the changes it’s bringing difficult. And if I’m truthful so am I. It’s my usual habit to focus on the good things, the little treasures that exist if we look hard enough amongst the not so good stuff but recently it’s been harder to find the gems. Maybe I’m no longer looking close enough, maybe I’m not in the right place mentally or physically, maybe the inevitable impact of Dad’s deterioration needs to be acknowledged and I need to weather the storm until it passes. For another wee while.
The most recent turn of events involves dentures. Losing them and finding them and losing them again and waiting patiently for a community dental technician to visit him at the care home for the required impression before waiting another four weeks for them to arrive. That’s if all goes well. But it would appear that this process is flawed.
Over four weeks ago we requested a visit for an impression to be done. Still waiting. A visit was supposed to have taken place at the beginning of this week. Still waiting. This ‘no show’ finally made me lose my patience with the whole fiasco. So, being a problem solver sort, someone who likes to see things through, I continued my mission. Mission bloody impossible that’s what it is!
I have tried various routes to get someone to visit the care home – all to no avail. I have contacted community services to be told that ‘we probably couldn’t do it any sooner’. Defensive and useless. You mean sooner than a 12 week period to provide someone at 83 with new dentures? This can’t be right. We need to do better than this.
This isn’t just cosmetic. It’s about health and wellbeing. It’s not simply about enjoying food, it’s about not being able to chew and eat properly without choking. It’s about preserving the dignity of someone who has to rely on others for assistance.
Joined up and person-centred care?
And so we wait. Today. For the technician to show up. The bets are on!