So, Social Services have sent us their formal request for payment of our contribution towards the direct payment monies we receive from them for my father to pay for luxuries such as his two days of daycare per week, his bath, transport to and from his bath and the carer who comes in to wash and shave him three mornings a week for forty-five minutes. The figure may as well may been simply plucked out the air as it is based on an incomplete, un-signed assessment which was partially completed by Daddy’s then Care Manager – all in the monies in and none of the expenses, how convenient?! – withdrawn from her so that it could be completed by us and never returned to them, and was based on the figures available at the time – when he was living in a nursing home. How any document like that could be deemed any proper basis for an assessment is beyond me but we now have that assessment and the charging clock will have started ticking before we can even register a protest at the immorality, even illegality of it.
The letter states that the payment period starts tomorrow so all of one day’s notice, over a weekend, to counteract it, and even states that they are aware that the figures won’t be accurate because a later form - given to us last month to complete – has not yet been returned to them and they are willing to revise their figures once they receive that! How very good of them – they know the figures are wildly inaccurate but that isn’t going to stop them charging using those incorrect figures – you couldn’t make it up!
My 8o year old mother has been floored and upset all day and I am beyond tired of the stress these people cause with their ridiculous demands, their harassment, and their relentless inefficiency all of which have to be borne because we are unfortunate enough to be on their radar because I was foolish enough to ask for a Carer’s Assessment. If only I hadn’t – I wish, with all my heart, that we had never had anything to do with these idiots.
On the plus side, we are having our Carer’s Break/Respite in a couple of weeks, finally having managed to get that arranged by having to go over the head of our semi-literate, inefficient creature of a Care Manager to get the monies which she finally managed to arrange to have paid to us so late that our ‘summer’ holiday was booked last week and we are having to take it in what is classed as autumn, given that summer officially ended on the August Bank Holiday on Monday. She, in the meantime, had her two weeks in the sun early in the summer and is on another two weeks holiday as we speak and we haven’t even had our one precious week yet, only our second week of respite since my father was diagnosed in 2008! I hate her and I hate them all. Our jobs as carers is hard enough in every minute of every day and all they seem to do is cause more and more stress about every single thing instead of helping us as is surely their job.
I don’t want to spend half of my time having to deal with such nonsense. All of my time should be spent looking after my Dad, that is why I’m his carer after all; to look after him, not to deal with petty nonsense and bureaucratic inefficiency.
Rant over and, of course, a guaranteed horrible night’s sleep ahead as I seethe and seethe about the unfairness of it all and how much time I will have to spend finding documents and writing letters to try and get this mess sorted out fairly, and beyond angry at them upsetting Mummy; this whole thing is hard enough on her without their constant ‘pokes’ – oh goody, more stress, just what I need!
Thomas Kempis:- "... Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible ...".
The letter states that the payment period starts tomorrow so all of one day’s notice, over a weekend, to counteract it, and even states that they are aware that the figures won’t be accurate because a later form - given to us last month to complete – has not yet been returned to them and they are willing to revise their figures once they receive that! How very good of them – they know the figures are wildly inaccurate but that isn’t going to stop them charging using those incorrect figures – you couldn’t make it up!
My 8o year old mother has been floored and upset all day and I am beyond tired of the stress these people cause with their ridiculous demands, their harassment, and their relentless inefficiency all of which have to be borne because we are unfortunate enough to be on their radar because I was foolish enough to ask for a Carer’s Assessment. If only I hadn’t – I wish, with all my heart, that we had never had anything to do with these idiots.
On the plus side, we are having our Carer’s Break/Respite in a couple of weeks, finally having managed to get that arranged by having to go over the head of our semi-literate, inefficient creature of a Care Manager to get the monies which she finally managed to arrange to have paid to us so late that our ‘summer’ holiday was booked last week and we are having to take it in what is classed as autumn, given that summer officially ended on the August Bank Holiday on Monday. She, in the meantime, had her two weeks in the sun early in the summer and is on another two weeks holiday as we speak and we haven’t even had our one precious week yet, only our second week of respite since my father was diagnosed in 2008! I hate her and I hate them all. Our jobs as carers is hard enough in every minute of every day and all they seem to do is cause more and more stress about every single thing instead of helping us as is surely their job.
I don’t want to spend half of my time having to deal with such nonsense. All of my time should be spent looking after my Dad, that is why I’m his carer after all; to look after him, not to deal with petty nonsense and bureaucratic inefficiency.
Rant over and, of course, a guaranteed horrible night’s sleep ahead as I seethe and seethe about the unfairness of it all and how much time I will have to spend finding documents and writing letters to try and get this mess sorted out fairly, and beyond angry at them upsetting Mummy; this whole thing is hard enough on her without their constant ‘pokes’ – oh goody, more stress, just what I need!
Thomas Kempis:- "... Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible ...".
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