What a morning. Since Mom came out of hospital she has been incontinent. So the final taboo has had to go, I had to clean her "bits" and put cream on her bum as it was sore and get her into a new nightie. I e-mailed Social Circuses and asked for a re-assessment this morning. My car's immobiliser decided that it wouldn't let the car start. It took nearly an hour of trying to start it. I went to the Docs, picked up her prescription and asked for an appointment for me. They said there weren't any and I would have to call each morning to try to get in on the list. I broke down. Cried in public (so humiliating, I'm 6'7 and 24 stone, what a sight that must have been) so now I have an appointment at 12:15.
Asking for help is hard enough, why make it so hard to obtain?
Asking for help is hard enough, why make it so hard to obtain?