Sometimes What You Need is Screaming Argument
My gran came out of hospital earlier this week, which, eh, being in the hospital was doing her no good as they ran tests and there wasn't any medical reason for her sudden mental deterioration, but she isn't safe in the house. I think so, the home help think so, the social care think so, everyone except my dad agrees on this.
My dad and I have been having an, um, discussion for going on a year now, about the difference between what my gran needs (24 hour nursing care) and what she actually has (me and my impending total nervous collapse.) And today, on the verge of tears and after a day that just utterly reinforced how ill-equipped I am to deal with my gran as she is now, I referred the matter to a higher authority, also known as mum.
It was childish and pathetic and, frankly, cheating, but what else could I do? My gran is so frail, and so ill that I'm probably more of a hinderance, if not a danger to her, and I've put my life on hold for two and a half years to do this and no one else would believe me that I. Just. Can't. Not anymore.
So both my parents had a discussion, very much like the ones dad and I have been having, except louder. Dad then talked to me. And I think we're, if not on the same page, then at least reading from the same book.
Speaking of books, I am comfort rereading the first Harry Potter book because I have been tying myself into such knots over this that I haven't been able to manage anything more complicated or where I don't know how it ends. Lovely, lovely Harry Potter.
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My dad and I have been having an, um, discussion for going on a year now, about the difference between what my gran needs (24 hour nursing care) and what she actually has (me and my impending total nervous collapse.) And today, on the verge of tears and after a day that just utterly reinforced how ill-equipped I am to deal with my gran as she is now, I referred the matter to a higher authority, also known as mum.
It was childish and pathetic and, frankly, cheating, but what else could I do? My gran is so frail, and so ill that I'm probably more of a hinderance, if not a danger to her, and I've put my life on hold for two and a half years to do this and no one else would believe me that I. Just. Can't. Not anymore.
So both my parents had a discussion, very much like the ones dad and I have been having, except louder. Dad then talked to me. And I think we're, if not on the same page, then at least reading from the same book.
Speaking of books, I am comfort rereading the first Harry Potter book because I have been tying myself into such knots over this that I haven't been able to manage anything more complicated or where I don't know how it ends. Lovely, lovely Harry Potter.
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