Morning everyone,
I am struggling to know how to start this post - tempted to say 'thank you' (again!) for the support that you all give me, but it doesn't seem nearly enough. All I can do is keep telling you all that every word of encouragement and reassurance, and all the hugs, really do make a difference and help me so, so much xxxxx
2jays - thank you for that quote - I've saved it, I think it may well come in very useful x
reedysue and Spamar - yeah, there is a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think of how the HBM is treating others too. Even S at the care home said something similar, that it was frightening to think of how many people were being failed because this woman is so budget driven and operates without any compassion or consideration for the needs of the people who really need CHC. As S said, imagine if the person needing the care either had no one to speak for them, or if they perhaps had a spouse who may be a lot older than me, and possibly dealing with their own health issues and simply couldn't fight this woman. It really is frightening.
I am still waiting to actually hear from the Minister, Red - so far I've just had the bog-standard auto-type response acknowledging receipt of my email from his office - but once I do, and I've had chance to doble check that the HBM definitely did not say anything about how she was only removing the 1-1 to 'see if it worked and would put it back if needed' to anyone, then yep - your suggestion is one I'll definitely follow. Thank you x
Ludlow is lovely, JM - but yesterday all I saw was the outside of the trainstation, and the inside of a coffee shop across the road from it, lol. 3 and a half hour meeting, then an hour and half back home. New line manager, seems lovely and competent and supportive. Have my fingers crossed that she will make a difference.
Slugsta, yep - I am so, so tired and struggling to switch off and rest. Sleep is poorer than usual, had a lot of pain from the fibro this week, which I know is probably down to me being stressed. The big 3a.m. concern that is keeping me awake is wondering what the HBM will try next, and a sneaking suspicion that she may go for insisting that Mil's needs can't be met by the home, and it would be 'better' if she was admitted to some sort of mental health/psychiatric hospital facility. I have no idea of the costs associated with admitting someone to a place like that, all I know is that if it is cheaper than providing 1-1 care, then I'd be a fool if I didn't anticipate her pushing for it. Especially given her wanting to include Dr R in the review, because when the home pushed for him to actually do something to help Mil, his response was that if meds didn't help, then a hospital facility was the only option.
Amy, emp, Moggymad, Marcelle, Canary, Celia, bunpoots, Herewego, Sarasa and everyone else who has given me fantastic advice and such support - thank you, thank you, thank you - if I repeat 'thank you' a few thousand times, it may give you some idea of how much it means and how much I appreciate it xxxx
Got a long day ahead, my lovely bunch of young people are tackling the Cadair Idris climb today and I am not in the best place this morning. Youngest woke us very late last night to say that son had just phoned. My wee Granddog Patch became very ill last night, and the vet had just advised that it was time to let the little fellow go. Son phoned just as they were taking him in, youngest said he was 'in bits'. He just wanted to let us know, said not to phone as they were taking Patch. I've half dozed through the night, no more calls, but will be phoning him soon. So, so sad, even though Patch has been so poorly lately and it was obviously the kindest thing to do for him - but such a lovely old doggy, and son and his GF will be devastated. Really proud that he and his GF chose to give a home to such an old rescue dog, because I know they made Patch's last few months so happy and loved him so much. Very glad that have wee Jess, their other rescue doggy, to comfort them. And worrying about my old boy Busta, who at nearly 17 is now starting to lose weight, though he is eating, and playing and not showing any signs of pain or specific ill-health. These furry family members are loved such a lot - I can't imagine life without my old Busta-boy around
I have another project tomorrow morning, a shed load (as always) of work related admin to get through this week, and a project of Friday, down the coast, which will make for a 7 or 8 hour day. Next week was supposed to be my last full week before we go to Ireland, but I explained to my new boss yesterday about how many hours I was owed, and so to try and claim some back, I am only working 3 days next week, finishing on Wednesday afternoon, plus am taking Tuesday afternoon off for the CHC meeting. I - having cancelled 2 appointments already, due to a combination of work and Mil - am hoping to get a hair cut on Thursday, have a day to sort the house, and then focus on packing and so on for Ireland. I am so looking forward to the break, and just hoping that the HBM doesn't throw anything at me at next weeks meeting that is going to interfere with us going. I wouldn't put anything past that woman.
Sending much love and some grateful hugs to you all xxxx
