The election is becoming tiresome, with Theresa May displaying some pretty weak communication skills and a crippling lack of charisma, versus the idealistic Jeremy Corbyn (he reminds me of my dad)
I still wonder if the Conservatives even want to win? They don’t seem to?
Anyway a couple of things from today:
A foolish consultant who does not know that the social work department is inherently corrupt insisted on us having carers to help with my mother. I realise those of you who do not understand what the social work department really do will think that this is a good thing, and that I should be grateful, but here is why it is just another way of ripping you off in much the same way as good old Theresa has tried to rip people off in the last week:
I managed my mother by myself through sundowning, through endless infections, through her own children trying to rob her. Just before she went to hospital this time I was carrying her to the commode, letting her sit up for an hour when she could, she was washed and dressed at times to suit her and she could sleep when she wanted and chat at 4am whenever she felt like it.
Now that we have carers, I am a freak if I am not out of bed at 8 and feeding her, which means that I am not very happy or able to work as much at the moment, my sleep is destroyed, and she is noted as being inappropriately asleep if she is not wide awake right after her vat of porridge and honey.
They were brought in on the basis that it should take two to move her rather than me carrying her due to health and safety concerns. The carers have refused to move her and have written off our handmade disabled chair as not suitable – they are now unable to rule it suitable without an expert decision so she is not allowed out of bed, putting her at risk of bedsores.
In addition, I have already been threatened/visited by the social work department who asked such delightful questions as
- Does she even recognise you?
- Who has power of attorney?
- Can we use your toilet? (this last is used as an excuse to gain entrance to your house so the answer is no)
So we now have 4 visits of two people per day and she actually has less appropriate care, all in order to put us at risk from the local council. People in nice houses do not invite the social work in, especially if they have been directly told by a social worker that the social work department are not there for the carer, they are there to gather evidence in order to seize the assets of the patient.
Naturally I am not impressed by this service and I am not sure why I am judged incompetent to wipe her bottom, since that is all that the carers actually do.
So, today they were asking about the carpet for Boris. The nurse and the carers have separately expressed great interest in the carpet for Boris, so evidently this one is a winner.
How much are they?
Well, the last one I did was in Tatler, and it is nine and a half
Why is it worth that much?
Well you are paying for storage, the studio, the fact it is a niche product, twenty years of skill and the fact I need about 200kg of wool in stock to make a product like this, which has also cost every spare penny over the last 22 years because I refuse to ask for a grant for a creative wank, so to speak.
The other conversation I had was with my ex, who noted that I appear to be quite bright.
Men don’t listen at all, otherwise he would have given up years ago and I would have written a world shattering book.
Lack of confidence is tiresome. Maybe it is time I tried staggering self belief.
Hey Theresa,
There aren’t sufficient care home owners in the UK to win the election for you on the basis of your dementia tax social care policy. And frankly, as a carer in a nice property, I cannot afford your corrupt system of social care as it is, never mind your diehard conservative voters who will also be bullied repeatedly by the social work department.
Just sayin’