I phoned John as usual yesterday, to say I would be at his club in 10 minutes to collect him. I've been doing this the last month or so, because he cannot read the time any more and was getting very anxious, thinking I'd forgotten him, when it was nowhere near 3 o'clock.
When I got there - no John. One of the staff came out and said that he'd gone. I phoned him, and he didn't answer. By now I was worried sick that he'd been run over, but eventually he answered, and it transpired he was at home.
When I reached home, I asked why he hadn't at least told me when I phoned that he'd left the club and gone home. He said "well I thought you were coming to collect me at home". I'm afraid I just lost it then, because I can't have any sort of coherent conversation with him any more, and asking why I would take him to the club, but collect him from home, makes sense to him, and I'd been "gallivanting", having been out at lunch with a friend.
Then I got a call from the Manager of the club today, saying that John could no longer attend, unless he has a one to one carer, and that's going to cost "a lot of money". The Manager asked to see me "in the office", I feel like I've been summoned to the Headmaster's study, and I know that as we have savings, we are going to have to pay the full cost of the carer.
John insists that I'm a real selfish cow, going out for lunch, instead of being with him all the time, and I feel so low because I've a feeling that 3 visits a week is now going to cost about £150!
When I got there - no John. One of the staff came out and said that he'd gone. I phoned him, and he didn't answer. By now I was worried sick that he'd been run over, but eventually he answered, and it transpired he was at home.
When I reached home, I asked why he hadn't at least told me when I phoned that he'd left the club and gone home. He said "well I thought you were coming to collect me at home". I'm afraid I just lost it then, because I can't have any sort of coherent conversation with him any more, and asking why I would take him to the club, but collect him from home, makes sense to him, and I'd been "gallivanting", having been out at lunch with a friend.
Then I got a call from the Manager of the club today, saying that John could no longer attend, unless he has a one to one carer, and that's going to cost "a lot of money". The Manager asked to see me "in the office", I feel like I've been summoned to the Headmaster's study, and I know that as we have savings, we are going to have to pay the full cost of the carer.
John insists that I'm a real selfish cow, going out for lunch, instead of being with him all the time, and I feel so low because I've a feeling that 3 visits a week is now going to cost about £150!