so a message is left. my aide won't be here next Monday. Wish she had told me on Monday so that I might have gotten more groceries. They planned to send someone who I thought was horrific and inefficient. It took her two hours to shop from my list that is printed out with pictures, prices, weights, measures and locations and still she left/forgot
critical things and did strange things with quantities like 2 bananas instead of four pounds.... not forgiveable because they provide me with such sustenance and tummy bulk
so i felt hungry for days without my daily banana
My nutrition will suffer, but if I eat every other day and buy one order of Chinese
take out, I will survive for a week without groceries. I am so glad that I found the
dry goats milk online and ordered it. I will ration the fresh/wet for smoothies. I will ration the cocoa and see if i can find it, too, cheaper online. Then i will have goats
milk and cocoa hot chocolate for the cold nights that have already arrived.
they are still working on the house. This is the second week. it hurts to be up after only 5 hours sleep, but try as i might i can't get myself to sleep any earlier -- here is is, 7 pm and i am more awake than i was at 2 p.m.
Still they are very kind and gentle young men who tell me what they are doing who explain the process and i am grateful for my shell to be insulated, filled, buttressed against the cold.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
No Help even with Aid
I was losing my mind. another week of chirp beeps-- cheeps, shrill birdlike squeals.
I had endured them the week before as the smoke alarm died, out of reach.
My aid comes once a week and so i just held on, stayed up late, played music, radio, TV to cover the sound.
So the first thing I had her do was find the sound's source-- it was the basement-- and then the fun
began. She said there was no battery. There has to be--- it is squeaking-- the sound of battery dying.
So she went downstairs again and said there were electric wires but no battery. So i had her take a picture (o the joy of digital cameras).
She did and when i looked at it I said-- this looks like a case that you can open.....
To shorten the long story I ended up calling the fire department. I only have her for two hours once a week and I needed groceries. She annoyed me as she named
various men I could call. I've never called anyone other than
the plumber for repair, nevermind having to call someone to replace a battery?!!! This is the hell of being wheelchair bound. That I can't do what i once did and am dependent on people who can't do what i once did for myself.
I had endured them the week before as the smoke alarm died, out of reach.
My aid comes once a week and so i just held on, stayed up late, played music, radio, TV to cover the sound.
So the first thing I had her do was find the sound's source-- it was the basement-- and then the fun
began. She said there was no battery. There has to be--- it is squeaking-- the sound of battery dying.
So she went downstairs again and said there were electric wires but no battery. So i had her take a picture (o the joy of digital cameras).
She did and when i looked at it I said-- this looks like a case that you can open.....
To shorten the long story I ended up calling the fire department. I only have her for two hours once a week and I needed groceries. She annoyed me as she named
various men I could call. I've never called anyone other than
the plumber for repair, nevermind having to call someone to replace a battery?!!! This is the hell of being wheelchair bound. That I can't do what i once did and am dependent on people who can't do what i once did for myself.
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