Social Services???

Anyone who has ever had a loved one really ill in the hospital has run into social services, the people who are wonderful and knowledgable when it comes to arranging for home health care, beds, walkers, etc.

These are the people who let you know what your insurance covers so you can get help. But what happens when the social services become unsocial? Am I whining here or what? But I need to vent.

Thursday, 2:00 p.m., I am sleeping when this young lady comes into my room and awakens me and introduces herself as social services. She hands me a 2 page copied print out for lending closets and starts to walk away. Wait! I have 3 small grandchildren at home, I will need some help and a wheelchair, toilet seat, shower seat and a pull up bar. She looks at me like I fell off the planet Bonkers and says, 'you can walk, you don't qualify for a wheelchair, call the lending closet for the rest of the stuff.' Out she goes.

Well, she was right and wrong about some things...I didn't qualify for the toilet and shower seat, but with a note from my doc stating I can't put weight on my foot, I can get a wheelchair. Dr. writes the prescription, Walgreens wants to fill it but needs specific order I can't stand...finally, I pay for the chair myself and of course when social services states they will once again send the same chick to see me, tell them unless she wants a walker up side her head, keep her!

Perhaps it should be noted at this time, that my insurance would cover a wheelchair, a hospital bed and the pull-up bar. However, the social services department did not want to do their jobs and once I have this equipment, the hospital administration will be hearing from me.

Sucks to be sick people!