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i want to punch something. and kick and scream and cry, but i've already done enough of THAT. papa is now at the point where he has anywhere from a couple of hours to a week or two. and just a few hours ago, he nosedived. like mom was calling her pastor out and the social worker called out a deacon. that kind of bad. and i just don't ... i'm not mature enough for this.
this morning, he barely took his meds (we have to crush them and put it in apple sauce) and he's had hardly any water. karen, our aid, came and helped us bathe him and he woke up a little and although weak, was a little playful. when we went to check on him again, his breathing was extremely labored so we called hospice and gene came out and fuckin' becky came out.
becky is the most worthless social worker in the goddamn world, she doesn't even know how to check her VOICEMAIL on her motherfucking CELL PHONE. so she returned our call like a week later. "oh did you call?" bitch. bitchbitchbitchbitchBITCH. yesterday, mom was really upset and told gayle the rn that if becky did not return our call THAT day, mom wanted her off the case and she was going to call channel four news on their ass.
becky called an hour later.
with her lame-o excuse and said she would come by today to talk to us. and when she did, she was like, "you may not need to hear this, but i need to say this: i'm sorry blah blahblah" and i'm thinking bullshit. fuck, its not even bullshit, its chicken shit. fucking bitch.
so mom is trying to call the pastor and becky is like, there are no priests available because another priest died and they're having a big ol priest funeral. we managed to get a deacon and i'm just like, oh good lord. so the guy is doing his stuff, saying whatever and gets out some holy water and flicks it right in papa's face and papa flinches like, what the fuck. and i totally almost loose it. so now i'm trying not to laugh and yeah.
theres a lot more that went down, but i'm like wiped so i'll update again later. or not. i dunno. papa's doing okay right now. he's got morphine.
this morning, he barely took his meds (we have to crush them and put it in apple sauce) and he's had hardly any water. karen, our aid, came and helped us bathe him and he woke up a little and although weak, was a little playful. when we went to check on him again, his breathing was extremely labored so we called hospice and gene came out and fuckin' becky came out.
becky is the most worthless social worker in the goddamn world, she doesn't even know how to check her VOICEMAIL on her motherfucking CELL PHONE. so she returned our call like a week later. "oh did you call?" bitch. bitchbitchbitchbitchBITCH. yesterday, mom was really upset and told gayle the rn that if becky did not return our call THAT day, mom wanted her off the case and she was going to call channel four news on their ass.
becky called an hour later.
with her lame-o excuse and said she would come by today to talk to us. and when she did, she was like, "you may not need to hear this, but i need to say this: i'm sorry blah blahblah" and i'm thinking bullshit. fuck, its not even bullshit, its chicken shit. fucking bitch.
so mom is trying to call the pastor and becky is like, there are no priests available because another priest died and they're having a big ol priest funeral. we managed to get a deacon and i'm just like, oh good lord. so the guy is doing his stuff, saying whatever and gets out some holy water and flicks it right in papa's face and papa flinches like, what the fuck. and i totally almost loose it. so now i'm trying not to laugh and yeah.
theres a lot more that went down, but i'm like wiped so i'll update again later. or not. i dunno. papa's doing okay right now. he's got morphine.