Hi. Mommy is still sick. We see a "pt" guy and a lady "ot" and people from "the building" who come in and bitch at us constantly about our cluttered apartment (why do we have more than one towel and one book? why do we need more than one kitchen chair? why do we need more than 3 changes of clothes?) O, not the "ot" and "pt" peoples They are helping Mommy physically. But the manager and "caseworker" for the building ? Bitch. Our actual "Caseworker"? she insists she can only meets with us in the "community room" and doesn't really concern herself with what we actually need help with immediately. hey, this time Mommy got the lady's comments (rules) in writing and cancelled her period. Mommy IS not stupid. the company said she was on her way to see us (I HAVE NEVER EVEN SEEN HER) and we said no WE WOULD NOT TALK TO HER. SHE HAS NEVER EVEN BEEN IN OUR HOME AND WE HAVE TO SEE HER IN A PUBLIC ROOM ( her rules). We talked to our senior services from our clinic and legal aid and got on meals on wheels. Now they have been a little screwy, but we are new to them and sometimes things get a little screwy when they are new.we understand. They are very pleasant and the problems were fixed in a day. And their food is better than the assisted living people get in the building! we had a sample of that a few months ago. Mouses! Blaaaakkkk!
Now wheels on meals are not free, but I think if I can get nutritious food Mommy should too. If we could move out of here we would be happier, too. If we could get out of this nasty neighborhood where sirens and stabbing go on every day we would maybe feel a little safer. Someone want to set up a fund?
Mommy has a couple of surgeries coming up and we need some help.
Oops. gotta scoot. Mommy doesn't know about this post, so shhhhh.