[jaydee]

Visited my disabled 59 year old brother today for a coffee date.
I was checking his room in the so called care house.
He had cotton sheets and one blanket on his bed, yet right there in his wardrobe was a spare blanket and 2 sets of flannel sheets. Bastards.
So I remade his bed and fired off some emails when I got home.
He feels the cold terribly and the last 3 nights have been 5 degree minimums. He can't communicate very well and wouldn't have the capacity to think to get the extra blanket.
Man was I angry, but have to be moderate in feelings or language to the staff for fear of him being not cared for properly.