Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.
I was watching that new baby panda and the cries reminded me of birthing kittens, you always know where they are because they’re so freaking loud (not fun when the kittens are in your room and you’re trying to sleep).
In other news, mum is trying to track down a police report from last week so she can get her meds refilled. Last week, Adult Protective Services called us and informed us that they recieved an anonymous call that one of our back-up healthcare workers stole medication from us (Clozipan, an anti-anxiety drug that helps mum sleep and premairan, a female hormone mum takes). We informed them we had no idea what they were talking about…until that night, when mum went to fill her medication box for the week and discovered they were in fact, missing. And not just a few pills, but the whole bottles.
No idea why the bitch took the hormones, except that maybe she’s a complete moron and mis-read premarin as percocett (mum’s pain meds).
Anyway, APS informed us to make a police report (required) and so we did…and all but got laughed at by Officer C because the drugs aren’t controled, at the most he could go over there and wag his finger at her. Which makes sense of course, but we still had to report it.
And for almost a week since, mum has been calling everyone she can, to get Officer C to actually file the damn report, as we need that to get her meds re-filled and paid for by Medicare (since she just filled the meds when they were stolen). His supervisor promised to get on his ass to file it, but I’m not holding my breath (we have prior experiance with this officer, he’s one of those guys that…well, frankly makes you disgusted with the police. He’s an arrogant piece of work that gives you the feeling he doesn’t give a damn about the people he meets on his job, which sucks, since a lot of the officers around here are good men (and women) who do care and do their best to help people and he gives the force a bad name.
Right now, mum’s at Urgent Care, trying to get at least some Clozipan samples so she can get some sleep. I’ve been helping her with some of my sleeping pills but they’re not as effective on her and now I’m out, and can’t get a re-fill until September (so yeah, insomnia, I has it).
We also had to get a new main home healthcare worker after out last one flipped the fuck out. See, one of the ‘tasks’ she does it to clean/straighten up the house since mum can’t lift things/bend over due to her back and I can’t move around that much due to the muscle atrophy. So D cleaned the house really well (really, I do not begrudge her that she’s an awsome worker) and then, went on a four day ‘break’ (we usually give the workers four days off a week, so long as they fix us enough meals to get by and do a cleaning before the break).
So she goes on break and discovers…the house is slightly messed up! Not badly, there were some torn papers on the floor that we couldn’t get courtesy of the dog (our new sheltie enjoys tearing shit up, and can reach the counters and trash to it’s always a race to keep things out of his reach), some dishes from the day before we hadn’t gotten to yet, and probably a few things out of place we forgotten/couldn’t put back. Nothing big really.
But D flipped the fuck out and started screaming at us, that she didn’t clean the house just to have us go behind her and screw it all up, that she didn’t deserve or sign up for this (…uh, what the hell does ‘house keeping’ mean to you, woman?), that she wasn’t the maid (no shit, they do a better job) and on, and on, and on.
I admit that I got a bit pissed off this woman was screaming at my mother, and was a bit harsh with my words (no, I don’t remember what I said, but I know my tone was a bit…aggressive), D then turned on me, informing me she ‘didn’t have to take it’ and that ’she could walk out right then’ (I was tempted to tell her that she knows where the door is, but for once I bit my tongue).
I left the room, deciding to remove myself from the situation before it spiraled anymore out of control and went to my room (which, for the record, is on the other end of the house, a hallway and several large rooms away) and I could still hear every word she said clearly, that’s how loud she was.
D went on for about an hour, and at one point brought up the fact that I ’stay in bed all day…” (note: uh, first of all, no shit, that’s part of my disability, not to mention my sprained knee which was on dr’s orders to stay in bed or else, though I have had improvement lately with my movements, even going to the YMCA to swim), “…and that if I was going to waste my life away, I should just curl up and die” (yes, that is what she said, I lost it then and spent quite a bit of the time after that sobbing in a little ball, mostly because she brought up issues I had in the past).
So…mum fired her. Mostly just to get her to shut the fuck up and go away, but seriously, like we’d keep her on after that.
So we have a new worker and I…just can’t let down my guard around this one. I thought D was a great worker and friend and after what she did…I feel utterly betrayed by someone I trusted and don’t feel like I can trust any worker now.
So…that’s about it around here. Onto the meme!
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