The random rants and meaningful musings of seven digital divas (who happen to have MS)
Sunday, July 8, 2007
I hate care companies.
Care companies are rapidly taking over from my brother Pugsley as the main target of my hatred - the company that comes to me, anyway.
I was supposed to have a carer at 9 this morning. Breakfast, a shower, make my bed. Too much to ask? It would seem so, yes. Too much information I know, but I have my period. I got out of bed about 7 and went back to sleep on the sofa, woke up again at 12.30 (I do these things, I have MS). No carer, blood stain all over sofa!!!
In the last two weeks, there have been five times nobody's turned up. I'm lucky that I'm with-it enough to know they've not come and phone up - a lot of their clients have dementia and wouldn't be able to. There's the little detail though that I have MS and I shouldn't have to cos the stress makes me worse!
It's now 5.30 pm and I'm waiting for a carer to arrive "some time", as I told them that yes I did still want a shower please!
Budge over Candy Cane and Naughty but Nice, I'm joining you in the Grumpy Gang!