My Father's stay at Marymount began in June, 2016 after a stroke in January and a diagnosis of Parkinson's Disease and mild dementia . The first six month were ok...just little things, like when I would arrive to see him he would be lying on the floor unable to get up and there would be no caregivers on the floor available to help pick him up. Certain little marks and bruises would appear with no explanation. In about January a new director came named Tony....He was a big TALKER, he made it seem like things were going to get better because of his stellar management skills...he was in and out in a matter of months. In about Spring 2017 another director came. Everything changed.
April 5, 2017 my husband and I went to visit my Dad, who stated that he had a "rough night" he said his arm was sore and that the caregiver "Evangline" (the caregiver from hell) was mad because he wet the bed and that she had hit him. When I went downstairs the director assured me that Evangine would no longer work on my Father's floor, that lasted a couple weeks at most then the bruises started again. While I was downstairs speaking to the director the two day caregivers came to speak to my Father and as my husband explained began to interrogate my Dad and even told my Father..."oh, your just imagining that you were hit nobody hit you!!" The most terrible abuse happen when Evangline was angry again for my Father wetting the bed that she took her nasty fingernails and dug them into the side of my fathers let....a year later and he still has the scars.
In May, the 20th to be exact the weather was 80 degrees that Saturday I arrived and could not find my Father anywhere, there we no caregivers on the floor. I searched downstairs in the common area...EVERYWHERE, I could not find him, when I went back upstairs this old caregiver who spends most of her time sitting and told me she put my Dad out on the terrace..in the sun...with no hat..or sunscreen, he was bright red, sunburned, and dripping with sweat, when I lost it, Dojet's response was that "old people like the sun you know."
In November, 23017, the worst accident occurred when Nick the bus driver quit, Jasmine's answer was to have the guy Metty, who was an administrator drive my Father and Mother to Kaiser for a blood test. Metty stated to my Mother that it was his first time driving the bus; obviously, because he did not lock the wheelchair or the shoulder straps. When Metty drove around the round-about at Kaiser San Leandro my Father tipped over and flew out of the wheelchair, banged his head and tore up his elbow and knee. ( I have pictures of these injuries as well). When I asked to see the incident report Jasmine gave me a piece of paper that was a note to the doctor that stated my Dad fell because he was wiggling around on his wheel chair and had a "small laceration" on his elbow...lies, and more lies...My Mother was on the bus and has a completely different story. The next day when I went in to see my Dad the caregivers were trying to hide what happened.
I had placed a camera in the room however, the caregiver Bessy figured it out and would come in and turn it toward the wall so I removed the camera. I would see a caregiver named Adwa hit my Father like she was playing, slapping his face and punching his upper arm, my Dad would say "they act like they are playing, but when you are not here they hurt me"
Numerous times, to many to count; I would arrive and find my Father on the floor and no caregivers were around. I found scissors in his room which is against state rules, also, they would double up on diapers (put two on at a time) which is also against state rules and may have contributed to the bed sores.
In August 2017 I reported bed sores to the caregiver, by October they were purple and ten times worse (I have pictures) when I spoke to the Jasmine she told me Rachel does monthly skin checks and that I should speak with her; Rachel stated to me that she had never once done a skin check on my Father for the year and a half he was at the facility.
In February I arrived and could not wake up my Father, I had the med tech take his vitals and his heart rate was 43..she, Rachel would not call 911, only the non-emergency number which was a two and a half hour wait, I called 911 myself and they came, they were crushing meds that were time release. However, there was an order from the Doctor to do so. When I questioned the Doctor he apologized and they stopped crushing his meds, since my Father has not had any more "unresponsive" episodes. However, when I questioned Rachel she said she knew not to crush some of the meds he was taking
On February 16, the "last straw" happened. I left my Father at 12 pm in the common area watching TV. There is supposed to be two caregivers in the common area. At 4 pm when my mother arrived my Father had a bloody mark about the size of a half-dollar with ointment between his eyes and NOBODY knew what happened read more
