Sean :)
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Mother Dearest
Sean :)
S for .. suck my balls you fat northern twat!
So, here's the thing! I'm fucking pissed off! And in case you didn't realise from the title, northerners really don't do it for me right now. I mean, sorry if there are any northern Britons reading this now, nothing against you - just this one prick in particular :D
Anyway, the shit has well and truly, hit the fucking fan! Let me tell you a bit about what is going on ... My mother is incapacitated and me, my father and my brother, decided it would be best to have carers come in to look after her so she could stay at home with us. All well and good, that's that, Bob's your uncle and Fanny's your aunt. Things had been running smoothly for about five years but then ... Yes, this is where i start swearing - again.
That fat-northern-so-called-manager of a fucking care agency (i mean, hellllooooo! People look to you to organise other people's care. What were we thinking!) decides that we don't know what we're doing anymore and that any tom, dick and fucking harry can just waltz in and pretend to care for my mum. I mean, that's my fucking mum! I know more about her care than you, you pompous whore! Anyway, apparently she decided it was a fucking brilliant idea to remove our regular carers - the only ones actually specially trained to handle mum (cause she has to be awkward and be so bloody different to everyone else, bless her cottons. Love you mum) and choose a completely different range of carers that have never been in before. Now, if she wanted to remove the regular carers, then that's fine! Just make sure you have competent people to follow. Fucking prick!
Grrr, I'm so bloody angry. I mean, isn't a care agency supposed to help? They're not supposed to hinder are they? I mean, I'm sorry for those of you out there who may be in desperate need of carers and i am truly sorry if this upsets or offends you in any way at all. But, I'm just so livid. So livid.
Mum needs to be specially trained to get in her hoist. And for her to be manoeuvred into her hoist involves a short walk into the other room where there is more space to do so. And now, apparently, that is against the company's policy. "We're not allowed to travel that distance with a service user suspended in the hoist. The risk is too high. Must manoeuvre in the same room."
Right ... Fuck you, you corporal brat. Why don't you sort out you're management skills before you tell everyone else how to do their job. The occupational therapist okayed this way of hoisting mother and completed a risk assessment. It has been this way for four fucking years. So either, you have been incompetent and not noticed that it has been done this way for four years which means you're fucking stupid an' all or, you're a cunt. I'd like to say something more PG but I'm sorry, i really can't find any other word to explain it.
The amount of aggro and hell we have been having over these past few weeks has been a nightmare. We have had to be around at every call because if we're not, the carers could hurt mum cause they ain't got a flying fuck what they're doing. We have pretty much done all the calls ourselves anyway. And we have raised a complaint to the social and to the company's head office and nothing has been done. It is abuse of mum's needs!!
She can't get up in her chair, she can't have her sleep system in. She can't have her passive movements done to make sure her joints and muscles are kept loose enough just so she can even move in the slightest. Her speech exercises haven't been done. And on the odd occasion, she hasn't even been changed because the carers didn't know how to roll her! Its getting to the stage now, where we're gonna drop the package or drop the package and go to the local paper.
We've just all had enough. It's so draining trying to fight for what we need. So draining on your mind. I've been fatigued now for the past two weeks straight and it has actually made me physically sick on occasion. I don't think we're asking for much. Just a lil' cooperation!
Phew, i did go on a bit didn't i. Wow, far too long. Oh and just a tip, i don't actually swear that much normally. Close to it, but not quite ;) So, thanks for listening you losers. Really means a lot. Pretty sure you had much better things to do than listen to an angry ginger kid shouting his mouth off at a northern twat over a site that frankly, people probably don't wanna hear. So thanks!
Sean :)
Anyway, the shit has well and truly, hit the fucking fan! Let me tell you a bit about what is going on ... My mother is incapacitated and me, my father and my brother, decided it would be best to have carers come in to look after her so she could stay at home with us. All well and good, that's that, Bob's your uncle and Fanny's your aunt. Things had been running smoothly for about five years but then ... Yes, this is where i start swearing - again.
That fat-northern-so-called-manager of a fucking care agency (i mean, hellllooooo! People look to you to organise other people's care. What were we thinking!) decides that we don't know what we're doing anymore and that any tom, dick and fucking harry can just waltz in and pretend to care for my mum. I mean, that's my fucking mum! I know more about her care than you, you pompous whore! Anyway, apparently she decided it was a fucking brilliant idea to remove our regular carers - the only ones actually specially trained to handle mum (cause she has to be awkward and be so bloody different to everyone else, bless her cottons. Love you mum) and choose a completely different range of carers that have never been in before. Now, if she wanted to remove the regular carers, then that's fine! Just make sure you have competent people to follow. Fucking prick!
Grrr, I'm so bloody angry. I mean, isn't a care agency supposed to help? They're not supposed to hinder are they? I mean, I'm sorry for those of you out there who may be in desperate need of carers and i am truly sorry if this upsets or offends you in any way at all. But, I'm just so livid. So livid.
Mum needs to be specially trained to get in her hoist. And for her to be manoeuvred into her hoist involves a short walk into the other room where there is more space to do so. And now, apparently, that is against the company's policy. "We're not allowed to travel that distance with a service user suspended in the hoist. The risk is too high. Must manoeuvre in the same room."
Right ... Fuck you, you corporal brat. Why don't you sort out you're management skills before you tell everyone else how to do their job. The occupational therapist okayed this way of hoisting mother and completed a risk assessment. It has been this way for four fucking years. So either, you have been incompetent and not noticed that it has been done this way for four years which means you're fucking stupid an' all or, you're a cunt. I'd like to say something more PG but I'm sorry, i really can't find any other word to explain it.
The amount of aggro and hell we have been having over these past few weeks has been a nightmare. We have had to be around at every call because if we're not, the carers could hurt mum cause they ain't got a flying fuck what they're doing. We have pretty much done all the calls ourselves anyway. And we have raised a complaint to the social and to the company's head office and nothing has been done. It is abuse of mum's needs!!
She can't get up in her chair, she can't have her sleep system in. She can't have her passive movements done to make sure her joints and muscles are kept loose enough just so she can even move in the slightest. Her speech exercises haven't been done. And on the odd occasion, she hasn't even been changed because the carers didn't know how to roll her! Its getting to the stage now, where we're gonna drop the package or drop the package and go to the local paper.
We've just all had enough. It's so draining trying to fight for what we need. So draining on your mind. I've been fatigued now for the past two weeks straight and it has actually made me physically sick on occasion. I don't think we're asking for much. Just a lil' cooperation!
Phew, i did go on a bit didn't i. Wow, far too long. Oh and just a tip, i don't actually swear that much normally. Close to it, but not quite ;) So, thanks for listening you losers. Really means a lot. Pretty sure you had much better things to do than listen to an angry ginger kid shouting his mouth off at a northern twat over a site that frankly, people probably don't wanna hear. So thanks!
Sean :)
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