Hope all is well and that there aren’t any injuries with your DM.
I’ve had a day of meal prepping to take over to DGM but I don’t think it’ll be tomorrow.
Need another 24h or so to really chill out before I can think about going over there again.
Been thinking about speaking to social services as I had a health app for myself recently where they are pushing to get some things resolved but can only do so with rest etc which won’t happen unless I do less for DGM.
DGM really blows her top at any mention of social services so it’ll be fun but rural living, no transport, only a bath so does a bird bath only (yuck! - and no amount of convincing to go use the shower at my mum’s or mine), neighbours in their 70’s and all getting older/grandkids and only myself that has been putting up with her out of all the family because of how she is so needing looking at sooner rather than later considering she’s closer to 94 than 93 now and things will only go downhill from here.
Would rather push it now so things are in place for when things get really bad.
Don’t really care about her liking me or not. Don’t care about the neighbours’ opinions either.
More about having peace of mind that the basics are sorted so she can’t have any bad burns/ slips / injuries which are slowly arising from her gradual loss of muscle tone.
Also keep thinking about what crap she will be up to on her own and the poor dog.
She doesn’t understand that a dog needs a clean bowl every day for water; thinks topping up the same bowl with all the biscuit and mud and hair is fine and justifies it by saying that the dog prefers the water outside… doesn’t- just that the water inside is so bad that anything else is better.
If it doesn’t rain for a few days the dog is screwed though and if she doesn’t let the dog out enough which also happens by afternoon onwards when she’s too tired to means pee on the carpet and a honking ammonia smell. 🙃
Needless to say the dog loves me coming to visit and DGM hates seeing me do the things she doesn’t/can’t instead of being glad which is reallllly f-ing sad.
That’s my rant for the day over!
Thanks to anyone who bothers reading.
Any social work advice welcome as I have no clue what I’m doing really.