When six nurses run from the same house, it is easy to assume the patient is the problem. Daniel believed that too, until he watched the seventh nurse prepare a dose his father had never been prescribed.
Finding a home nurse for my 79-year-old father-in-law should not have been impossible.
Walter could still walk.
He fed himself and read the newspaper every morning.
He still argued about baseball and remembered birthdays better than I did.
However, he had arthritis and some heart issues.
He also needed help keeping track of medication, meals, and nighttime safety.
That was all.
At least, that was what we thought.
Then the nurses started quitting.
The first lasted four days.
The second left halfway through her night shift.
The third called the agency the next morning and said she would not return.
By the sixth nurse, Daniel and I had stopped being surprised.
That one walked out of Walter’s house at two in the morning without even taking her coat.
The agency called Daniel.
“She says she’ll send someone for her belongings tomorrow.”
Daniel rubbed his forehead. “What is happening in that house?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did Dad yell at her?”
“She wouldn’t say.”
“Did he hurt her?”
“She said no.”
“Then what happened? Why are they all quitting?”
The coordinator hesitated.
“She just kept saying she couldn’t go back.”
That was almost exactly what the others had said.
“I’m sorry. I can’t go back there.”
None of them would explain properly. Walter insisted nothing had happened.
Every time Daniel asked, his father became irritated. “I slept. I didn’t do anything.”
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