Hi Sonja! Yup, my Mom has a very good agency that looks after her, but we can only get them a couple hours a day, due to financial constraints. She also has a social worker who oversees everything, but my mom is not an easy person and has gotten on the bad side of her. I don't blame the social worker one bit..hell I grew up with the woman and until the brain damage turned her into a very nice seven year old girl ,she was no sweetheart..my own childhood was pretty much a nightmare. I am actually very grateful for her illness because she is so sweet and appreciative now and I will remember these happy years later when she passes, not the abuse.
Her main aide, Bridget, genuinely loves her and it's mutual, thank goodness, but Bridget is very much in demand and can't always be there, so things fall through the cracks.
I appreciate your reminders of the stress my body has undergone..I need them! I've always been like this..afraid to rest for very long...left over from ancient conditioning. It's very hard for me to take good care of myself..I don't really have much sense of what's normal, so I need people to help me with a reasonable frame of reference. Feel free to keep it up.
Now, could you put Myra and Brandy in a cab and send them over here? I was at PT today, whimpering away, when the receptionist brought a 4 month old dachsund named Buddy over to visit with me. Black with brown touches and one blue eye. I told my PT guy to give it all he had while I had Buddy with me to distract me and give me kisses. It worked too.
(I worked for 12 years at an animal shelter as an adoption counselor and rescue worker, and I forget about
everything bad when there's something fuzzy or feathered close by. Best medicine in the world, isn't it?

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