On Saturday, my dog got gored by javelinas.

A couple of weeks ago, I got my mom out of a negligent rehabilitation center that she was transferred to from Mt. Sinai Hospital after her most recent fall.

And some time in between, I got lab results for myself that verified what I suspected ~ I got nothing when it comes to hormones these days. No wonder I’ve been feeling poorly.

I’m super grateful that my dog made it through surgery with no complications. And now I’m wondering how I’m going to pay for it all. I set up a Gofundme, if any kind souls out there want to contribute to a good dog’s wellbeing.

I’m also super grateful to have gotten my mother out of The Amsterdam, which has proven itself unworthy of any decent reviews by me. This place apparently won an award for excellence back in January. They probably lined someone’s pockets to get it. I would rate it less than .5 out of 5 stars.

You know it can’t be any good, when you can’t get anyone on the phone. For hours. During the day.

I was hoping the rehabilitation center would be a good change from Mt. Sinai, but it wasn’t. They weren’t ready for her when she arrived. She spent the night in a room with a non-functioning call button next to someone with the TV cranked to full volume. Literally. I could hear it over the phone.

And according to one of my mom’s caregivers, she spent about an hour crying for help when she was soaking wet with no response. This is in the richest city in the world (New York). And this caregiver (whom I love dearly and has been with my family since my father developed dementia), also told me that the place was really dirty. I trust her way more than I trust some shady doctor I’ve never met.

My mom is very lucky to have some phenomenal caregivers.

I tried for hours to try to reach somebody by phone – admitting, administration, social workers, etc – everything just went to voicemail or took me back in loop to the main menu. Nobody picked up or returned my calls.

It was only because one of my mom’s caregivers physically tracked down a nurse, that I was able to talk with an actual doctor and get my mother released “against medical advice”.

And that “against medical advice” – I think it was a corporate scam designed to prey upon an elderly woman and get more money for their poorly run establishment. The main reason the doctor told me it was ill advised to release my mother was because she was receiving an IV antibiotic treatment for a UTI she developed in the emergency room at the hospital. She supposedly still needed two days treatment.

Guess what? When she got to a regular doctor the next day, there were no traces of a UTI. Was it ever really one there to begin with?

I’m very glad she’s back at home where she can get true care. I’m also very glad that she’s finally consented to getting a commode, so that she doesn’t have to get up a night (and increase her risk of falling unattended).