Finally had enough

Went to see Craig yesterday, fed him pudding, yoohoo, boost and a few pieces of candy.
His new roommate is already gone. He tried to converse, not making much sense.

I notice had tons of flaking skin in his hair. Brush is gone, found the comb. After 15 minutes of combing got most of it out.Must be relaxing for him, as he yawned thru most of it.

He's wearing pajama bottoms that aren't his, even tho he has clothes hanging in his closet.
I have no idea where this stuff keeps coming from.

After a few hours, I decide it's time to leave before the rain starts, and tell Craig I have to go home and feed the cat. He asks why I have to feed the cat. I say because he'll bite me if I don't feed him. He says that would be bad.

I start to leave and he calls my name, and starts to follow me. This is unusual. Then he starts saying toesover and over with mismatched words attached.

I ask if his toes hurt, and he says yes to my surprise.

Now I have seen him with some pretty severe injuries say they didn't hurt, so this gets my attention. I sit him down, pull off his shoes.They are caked in the tread with old food.Yuck!
Then I pull off his socks, and it is immediately apparent why his toes hurt.

His toe nails are so long they are growing back into his toes. And he has one on his right foot that is black and falling off. I get a pair pf scissors from my purse and clip them, with him saying ouch a few times. Then I find his slippers and put them on, as they have more give on his toes.
I kiss him and tell him I love him, and he says it back this time.

I go to the nurses station, no one there.I see a nurse up the hall, but am told she doesn't work that end.Nice.....

I find an aide and ask to leave a message for the nurse. I explain about Craig's toes, and ask to have them looked at.

As I am leaving the nurse comes in and I repeat the story to her.She says she will look at his toes.I am told the Podiatrist hasn't been in for a while. I say it doesn't take apodiatrist to cut nails that long and leave.

I wait, but as usual, hear nothing from the nursing home.

I understand bumps and falls, but the lack of basic care is more than I can handle.

Today I called the Ombudsperson, She said I should ask the Social worker where she tried to place Craig. I tell her she doesn't return my phone calls anymore. She tells me to leave a message saying I spoke to her.

Magic does exist! How quickly the call was returned this time.

I explain about the call, she asks what happened. I tell her about the toes. I tell her they are not equipped to handle him and ask for a placement at an AD facility.She says she will get right on that, and that she will have the director of Nursing services call me too talk about the care concerns.

We shall see what happens now.

I will continue with my discussions with the Ombudsperson, because even if Craig is placed elsewhere, ther are so many people who have no one watching over them, I am afraid they may not have someone to notice this is happening to them too.

Someone has to care. Even if it is a perfect stranger.