I'll provide a link when somebody you know dies from CV.Really? Link?
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I'll provide a link when somebody you know dies from CV.Really? Link?
I'm classier than people who wish death on old people.You're a classy guy!
Thank you for your data based post!This x 8753986392
Also, yet more ignorance in this thread about how pandemics work.
Even the retirement homes are not deserted islands that you can simply seal off.
Not even mentioning that the majority of CV deaths in the US are not happening in retirement homes, unless you presume that everybody over 65 is in a retirement home, which is not the case.
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This is spot on. When my Dad was having issues and we looked at home care and what living facilities cost, it was pretty obvious to us he'd get thrown out of any live-in place in a day or two, it'd bankrupt him in 2 years and me in 2-3, and basically the affordable options are we hire someone to check on him where lives and is comfortable, or he has to leave his home and friends, move to Jax Beach, and I rent a house with a detached garage/shed so I can have a room that doesn't reek to high hell of cigarettes and he is close enough to keep an eye on.Nursing homes are where the elderly go to “age out” under the care of nurses, a nurse assistants, and occasional visits by the nursing home doctor(s). My mother-in-law was in a home near us, my wife visited her every day, made ‘friends’ with her nurses most of who were from the Philippines. The in-law had no assets and lived off her monthly social security check. Once the doctors sent he to the nursing home, we had a third party specialist represent her and have her committed. The nursing home (by law) got her monthly social security check less $15 that she got to keep for incidentals. 24/7 managed care In ½ a room. Enter her 2d or 3D roommate, a popular recording artist from the 1950s and early 1960s. The roomy had an insurance policy for managed care that paid $4,000 a month for her managed care. BUT the fee for the managed care for someone with assets was $8,000/month, for ½ a room. Both ladies aged out in the facility, I provide this antidote for information only. I tried to get my managed care insurance policies for my wife and me raised from $4,000/month because of the extraordinary expense to those of us who may own our own home or have some assets we’d like to leave our kids but I was turned down because of surgery that removed my cancerous prostate and I fell into some kind of risk category. So, no managed care facility for me, the $4K can be used for a home care nurse. Something for you youngsters to think about maybe (I know too well insurance is pretty much the last thing anyone under 50 wants to think about) but your day will come.
That's terrible.Nursing homes are where the elderly go to “age out” under the care of nurses, a nurse assistants, and occasional visits by the nursing home doctor(s). My mother-in-law was in a home near us, my wife visited her every day, made ‘friends’ with her nurses most of who were from the Philippines. The in-law had no assets and lived off her monthly social security check. Once the doctors sent he to the nursing home, we had a third party specialist represent her and have her committed. The nursing home (by law) got her monthly social security check less $15 that she got to keep for incidentals. 24/7 managed care In ½ a room. Enter her 2d or 3D roommate, a popular recording artist from the 1950s and early 1960s. The roomy had an insurance policy for managed care that paid $4,000 a month for her managed care. BUT the fee for the managed care for someone with assets was $8,000/month, for ½ a room. Both ladies aged out in the facility, I provide this antidote for information only. I tried to get my managed care insurance policies for my wife and me raised from $4,000/month because of the extraordinary expense to those of us who may own our own home or have some assets we’d like to leave our kids but I was turned down because of surgery that removed my cancerous prostate and I fell into some kind of risk category. So, no managed care facility for me, the $4K can be used for a home care nurse. Something for you youngsters to think about maybe (I know too well insurance is pretty much the last thing anyone under 50 wants to think about) but your day will come.
Some parents did not participate so much so when it comes time to return the favour it's just too bad for them.We should all take care of our elderly parents rather than stick them in a home. I know it's hard, but they took care of us when we were young. There used to be filial piety laws about this. We used to care about the 5th commandment too.
Why don't you just post as Fecalface?I'm classier than people who wish death on old people.
You, ifailalot, PRCD..... simply don't have a concept of suffering, unless it happens to you or somebody you know.
THEN, you start thinking about it.
It's a known libertarian trait.
Yeah.Has anyone here actually taken care of a severely demented adult in diapers?
Most people don't have the ability, physical or otherwise, or the temperment.
Severely demented adults in diapers are a sad product of modern healthcare.
They are not a natural or normal thing - 99.9% of people used to die before they got to that point.
After taking care of these people myself I can never fault a person for placing their mom or dad in an old age home under such circumstances. Not to mention several other situations.
I know I would never want such a burden for my wife or children.
We didn't evolve to take care of adult infants all day every day when we're in our 50s and 60s.
Well, that says a lot about you.Some parents did not participate so much so when it comes time to return the favour it's just too bad for them.
I don’t want anyone or anyone’s loved ones to end up in a place like that. I want there to be federal legislation and oversight to make sure that places like that don’t exist. However, you profited off those people’s suffering, so that’s on you.You don't want yourself or your loved ones to ever end up in one of these places.
Dang. So depressing. Hang in there.My father is in his 90's. He survived a stroke that left him compromised mentally. He can barely walk. He's full of cancer. He just keeps on going. I'm very fortunate in that there is money. So I am paying a small fortune in home care for him. So I am not a day-to-day caregiver. But my phone rings constantly. There are frequently days when he is all I do and I'm not even there hands-on. It's stressful. Watching this happen has been difficult. The man he was would have been horrified by where he is. Every now and then and he will break down and cry re everything he has lost and how his life has been diminished. I lie to him and tell him it will be OK.
At this point I haven't seen him in almost two months because I have been constantly sick. (I seem to be OK now) But still, the phone is always ringing, I am constantly on call. Falls, medical decisions, pay everybody, move money, liquidate assets, maintain assets, it just goes on and on. It's aged me. Somehow I never saw this coming. A few nights ago during an ongoing bout of insomnia I took a sleeping pill. I had some very vivid dreams. At one point I dreamed my father had died. I came awake and in my drugged state apparently was having problems separating dream from reality. I cried because my father had died. Then a wave of relief rushed over me. The weight of the world fell off my shoulders. Then I felt horrible guilt for the sense of relief I had felt. Then I woke up enough to discern that it had all been a dream. And felt more guilty.
You raise your kids, get them through college and then your parents become your children. By the time you have buried your last parent, it's probably time to think about your own death. Party on.
That's truly a blessing. Every now and then you read about someone who lived to ripe old age, never had any pain issues of significance, was sharp as a tack and then just went to sleep one night. In this world, THAT is hitting the lottery.I thought about my dad when I woke up this morning. I hoped that I had told him enough how grateful I was for all he had done for me. He died peacefully in his own bed, a year ago, after a few years of physical debility. It’s close to impossible to die gracefully. But, he came pretty close to doing it.
You're a good man Sharky, even though you've been in jail and all.My father is in his 90's. He survived a stroke that left him compromised mentally. He can barely walk. He's full of cancer. He just keeps on going. I'm very fortunate in that there is money. So I am paying a small fortune in home care for him. So I am not a day-to-day caregiver. But my phone rings constantly. There are frequently days when he is all I do and I'm not even there hands-on. It's stressful. Watching this happen has been difficult. The man he was would have been horrified by where he is. Every now and then and he will break down and cry re everything he has lost and how his life has been diminished. I lie to him and tell him it will be OK.
At this point I haven't seen him in almost two months because I have been constantly sick. (I seem to be OK now) But still, the phone is always ringing, I am constantly on call. Falls, medical decisions, pay everybody, move money, liquidate assets, maintain assets, it just goes on and on. It's aged me. Somehow I never saw this coming. A few nights ago during an ongoing bout of insomnia I took a sleeping pill. I had some very vivid dreams. At one point I dreamed my father had died. I came awake and in my drugged state apparently was having problems separating dream from reality. I cried because my father had died. Then a wave of relief rushed over me. The weight of the world fell off my shoulders. Then I felt horrible guilt for the sense of relief I had felt. Then I woke up enough to discern that it had all been a dream. And felt more guilty.
You raise your kids, get them through college and then your parents become your children. By the time you have buried your last parent, it's probably time to think about your own death. Party on.