A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Taking the day off today. #2's class are doing their wax museum thing today. Haven't taken a day off this year (I know it's only March) so I figured why not.
Can I just disown my family? They cause me more stress than anything else...EVER.
I went to see my mom this morning and to take her her stuff. She said she was supposed to have therapy at 10:30, so I got there about 11:15. Her nurse was at the front desk and said she would just take her stuff to label it. No problem, Mother is in therapy anyway... So I went to her room and there she was. Mad because no one had come to get her. And mad that I gave the nurse her bag because, well, because.
Then she wanted me to take her all around the place. Knowing that I had go to work. So I pushed her around for about 20 minutes. Got back to her room and she's still mad about no one coming to get her. I go to the nurses station, and guess what? She doesn't have therapy today. No one told her that she did, she just got it in her head. And now she's mad about that. I spent about an hour, told her that I needed to get back to work and she said that I was not that important and what do I really do at work anyway? That she would be glad when I retired. (Like that's going to happen anytime soon).
And then the clincher...
(background...I work at 123 Elm St. My sister works at 987 Elm St. There is a rehab place at 456 Elm St. It's an NHC Rehab Facility. She is at a NHC Facility an hour away from our homes and work)
She asked if I was coming back tonight. I told her that no, I would not be driving an hour each way 2 times a day. We tried to talk her into going to the one 2 minutes from work and 3 from home. We could have BOTH seen her 3 times a day. She said, "This is not about you, it's about me. I know it would be easier on you if I went to Elm St, but this is my decision, so y'all just need to deal with it." It's almost like she chose to go to the one that would inconvenience us the most...In fact, I KNOW she did. She's that mean...
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Can I just disown my family? They cause me more stress than anything else...EVER.
I went to see my mom this morning and to take her her stuff. She said she was supposed to have therapy at 10:30, so I got there about 11:15. Her nurse was at the front desk and said she would just take her stuff to label it. No problem, Mother is in therapy anyway... So I went to her room and there she was. Mad because no one had come to get her. And mad that I gave the nurse her bag because, well, because.
Then she wanted me to take her all around the place. Knowing that I had go to work. So I pushed her around for about 20 minutes. Got back to her room and she's still mad about no one coming to get her. I go to the nurses station, and guess what? She doesn't have therapy today. No one told her that she did, she just got it in her head. And now she's mad about that. I spent about an hour, told her that I needed to get back to work and she said that I was not that important and what do I really do at work anyway? That she would be glad when I retired. (Like that's going to happen anytime soon).
And then the clincher...
(background...I work at 123 Elm St. My sister works at 987 Elm St. There is a rehab place at 456 Elm St. It's an NHC Rehab Facility. She is at a NHC Facility an hour away from our homes and work)
She asked if I was coming back tonight. I told her that no, I would not be driving an hour each way 2 times a day. We tried to talk her into going to the one 2 minutes from work and 3 from home. We could have BOTH seen her 3 times a day. She said, "This is not about you, it's about me. I know it would be easier on you if I went to Elm St, but this is my decision, so y'all just need to deal with it." It's almost like she chose to go to the one that would inconvenience us the most...In fact, I KNOW she did. She's that mean...
Then she actually deserves to get stuck in that room alone most of the time.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
O4, you want me to send my mom to sit with her? They can nasty away together.
As for her rehad, talk to her nurse at the facility, find out the days and times she will have therapy.
I did, and planned my visits for just before them.
After, she was pretty drugged up and it didn't matter.
My mom went to a rehab in Chattanooga.
No way I was driving daily with 3 little kids.
Make buddies with the nurses at the facility, they will be your best asset.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Can I just disown my family? They cause me more stress than anything else...EVER.
I went to see my mom this morning and to take her her stuff. She said she was supposed to have therapy at 10:30, so I got there about 11:15. Her nurse was at the front desk and said she would just take her stuff to label it. No problem, Mother is in therapy anyway... So I went to her room and there she was. Mad because no one had come to get her. And mad that I gave the nurse her bag because, well, because.
Then she wanted me to take her all around the place. Knowing that I had go to work. So I pushed her around for about 20 minutes. Got back to her room and she's still mad about no one coming to get her. I go to the nurses station, and guess what? She doesn't have therapy today. No one told her that she did, she just got it in her head. And now she's mad about that. I spent about an hour, told her that I needed to get back to work and she said that I was not that important and what do I really do at work anyway? That she would be glad when I retired. (Like that's going to happen anytime soon).
And then the clincher...
(background...I work at 123 Elm St. My sister works at 987 Elm St. There is a rehab place at 456 Elm St. It's an NHC Rehab Facility. She is at a NHC Facility an hour away from our homes and work)
She asked if I was coming back tonight. I told her that no, I would not be driving an hour each way 2 times a day. We tried to talk her into going to the one 2 minutes from work and 3 from home. We could have BOTH seen her 3 times a day. She said, "This is not about you, it's about me. I know it would be easier on you if I went to Elm St, but this is my decision, so y'all just need to deal with it." It's almost like she chose to go to the one that would inconvenience us the most...In fact, I KNOW she did. She's that mean...
Plain out tell her to move to the closer facilities or she is on her own. That is terrible treatment.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Watching the local news, a fun fact, this weekend is the 24th anniversary of the 93 blizzard.
And we have snow in the forecast.
70s for days, then BAM! 6 feet of thundersnow!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
