Thursday, March 26, 2015

If you are dead, don't come a knocking.

My sister tells the doctor's receptionist that she will need to return after she dies to find out whether she is dead. After all, the dead do not always know they are dead.

The receptionist tells my sister, if she is dead, do not come by.

This morning, my dog Louise was incredibly loving. She gently licked my hand and gave me such an endearing look. We had just passed Hardees and I did not stop and get her a sausage biscuit. She does not need one every morning.

My mother wanted to know if I did not want her to get help from the VA. Of course I do. I would like the VA to help her. It is just that that help is with a nursing facility which she does not want to go to. It is that independence thing. My mom has gotten frail but she is ready to take the world on. She just knows the home healthcare will do everything she says.

The truth is, it is time for me to shed the cowardice and hire someone to help me around the house. I also need someone who can sit with my mother while I am gone. One problem with your mother being fully cognizant of their surroundings is they know that person is there to take care of them, and dagnabbit, she can take care of herself.

I have to walk that thin line of directing mom where she needs to be without sassing her. No matter how old you are, mom is no one you want to mess with. My developmentally delayed brother is the only one of mom's six kids who will deliberately argue with her. Even the dogs slip out wanting to take a short walk.

So how should the ad read, "Honest, kind, patience individual, preferably someone who walks on water needed for mild housekeeping and attending to the needs of three handicapped people.

Must like dogs and be cautious in not letting dogs out of the house unattended. Next door neighbor
calls the sheriff when dogs look at them from their own yard. Dogs know that and bark at them. I am pretty sure they are singing in dog of course, "You can't sniff my rump, I don't want to sniff your rump; because you is bad, you is bad, and you a dog killer too."

What? an ad that long is going to cost me $46. I've only started with the requirements and did I mention, the pay is $8 an hour and you better have some good references, a clean motor vehicle record, transportation, and kindness, patience.

It makes me think of Janis Joplin's song, "Oh Lord, wont you buy me a Mercedes Benz".

Except this is not a luxury. It is a reality. May be I should call the VA to see if they can help me.

I've had deeper thoughts but you don't want me to go there. Besides, I bought my mother a Redbud tree. I am off to the backyard to plant it.


4 comments:

  1. Good luck with the search, hopefully the VA can help so you don't have to go through the rigamarole of finding someone

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    1. I dread dealing with people coming into our home. My mother can be fussy about people. We are not wealthy. But I have had a problem with hiring people who can only think of ways for me to pay them huge sums of money for services I haven't asked for. These experiences fuel my dread. I'm just going to toughen up and tell people to not come back when that starts. Maybe I can get someone good.

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  2. Wow. Lots in here. Tough decisions. Easier to go outside and dig in the dirt. I concur. The redbuds are blooming around here. Yay.

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    1. I can say I am not bored. I thought what the receptionist said was pretty funny. I left my sister to get her follow-up appointment to bring the car up to get her and she told me about the conversation.

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