Going from Difficult to Nightmare
Despite Anton's best efforts for which I am extremely grateful, there is no ramp.
I've been trying to contact my landlord to get her ok. So even if everything else runs smoothly, she could still veto everything. Landlord's phone only rings busy.
I had to call Ginger to get the number of the Social Worker. She's also having a bad day. She needs an over the counter med called "Bioteen" to help with her severe cotton mouth. It comes in mouthwash, toothpaste or gum.
She has to drink water to keep her mouth from drying out. The water takes up what little room she has in her tummy so that she doesn't have any room left for food and goes hungry. She feels the nurse is delaying in bringing to her because it is over the counter and therefore low priority.
The nurse currently is the younger guy that she doesn't like because he's short and curt with her. I'm beginning to suspect that any strange male is setting off ascociations with her childhood trauma.
Her skin is still raw and painful and it is only with lavish applications of lotions and willpower that she refrains from scractching at it and making it worse.
Calling her and asking her to give the Social Worker's phone number that is on her bedside table just added to the trauma.
Then the phone number turned out to send me to someone who had no idea of who I was. That person blind transfered me to someone else who hasn't been previously involed and so I got to reapeate the whole DAMN STORY AGAIN. Basic phone ettiquite? HELLO!
Why wasn't I given the phone number to talk to the bitch social worker who has yet to show her goddam face!
Have to run. Text me if you are available to help.
FUCK
I've been trying to contact my landlord to get her ok. So even if everything else runs smoothly, she could still veto everything. Landlord's phone only rings busy.
I had to call Ginger to get the number of the Social Worker. She's also having a bad day. She needs an over the counter med called "Bioteen" to help with her severe cotton mouth. It comes in mouthwash, toothpaste or gum.
She has to drink water to keep her mouth from drying out. The water takes up what little room she has in her tummy so that she doesn't have any room left for food and goes hungry. She feels the nurse is delaying in bringing to her because it is over the counter and therefore low priority.
The nurse currently is the younger guy that she doesn't like because he's short and curt with her. I'm beginning to suspect that any strange male is setting off ascociations with her childhood trauma.
Her skin is still raw and painful and it is only with lavish applications of lotions and willpower that she refrains from scractching at it and making it worse.
Calling her and asking her to give the Social Worker's phone number that is on her bedside table just added to the trauma.
Then the phone number turned out to send me to someone who had no idea of who I was. That person blind transfered me to someone else who hasn't been previously involed and so I got to reapeate the whole DAMN STORY AGAIN. Basic phone ettiquite? HELLO!
Why wasn't I given the phone number to talk to the bitch social worker who has yet to show her goddam face!
Have to run. Text me if you are available to help.
FUCK