Casually minding my own business, sipping PG, and train spotting - just before the Oaks come into leaf and block out my morbid views of the tracks, I hear tippy toes behind me and here is primary Jeeves ! Wanting a " meeting ". Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, " What now " ?????. The meeting begins and ends with the trivial bullshit I had so believed we had sorted last week. Pathetic moaning as to how the double ups are not adhering to his standards etc etc etc etc - all awfully boring and never ending !. He is good, he is in fact excellent, but to an extreme and beyond any bodies expectations ! He wants to leave and find another placement where the " patient " is more supportive. It's now 10pm, and I have listened to this menial drivel of teaspoons not being placed in the same direction in the cutlery holder to dry, carton of milk on the left hand side of fridge inner door instead of right hand side etc etc. " Fine ". I am now so fed up with all these insignificant, minor, pathetic carer games played out between all of them, all in constant compition to gain my approval - Why ?, I don't know.
I think, by now you would agree that I am a " survivor ", and from the onset, I have had primary Jeeves, been totally reliant, and totally at ease with him. But as time has gone by, he has become so possessive, that if I have a laugh with the double ups, his mood changes to doom and gloom, and he starts picking on them and making the atmosphere rather tense. I have had enough ! I ask him to give me 10 minutes to digest his gripes, pour another PG, and make a decision based on my gut feel. I call him back and say " I have thought about it, and in going forward, I would like him to pack his things in the morning and leave. I will contact the agency and take my chances on temp help until a suitable replacement is found " Many of you here in London have witnessed how unbelievably attentive and good he is to me, but I cannot and will not have a gun put to my head any longer. WELL, he does a double take, and starts retracting, he can be more flexible, willing to try harder with Rameez and Andreas ( Double ups ) etc etc etc. I stand my ground and thank him for his unbelievable help these past 6 months, but it cannot go on anymore.
I am now in Poo Street - Live-in carer now dismissed and I cannot function without one. Feeling a little vulnerable, but know that any crisis can be resolved ! Even if it means having to hire private care until Monday comes and then it becomes the agencies problem ! Of course, I am calling his bluff, unyet taking a bit of a chance. I have made it quite clear though, that any future assignment for ongoing care work will require a reference from myself. So.... As much of a gun he is holding to my head, I have the AK47 to his. I don't like playing these kinda games, but it is now about MY life - not theirs !!!!
Bouncing in this morning, with a new attitude, much needed apologies and a renewed vision of working together with the double ups, comes primary Jeeves. We are all resolved, household back to cheerie self and from now on it has been agreed between all parties that none of them are friends, and from now on they will be staff - any discrepancies between their testosterone differences will be addresses directly to myself for sorting out. So we run smoothly until the next episode !! God knows how Bill Gates, Oppenheimer etc etc managed with thousands of employees ? It is hard enough with four ! Or is it ???
With spring officially here, and an abortive trip to the nursery a few weeks ago, I remembered that the Borough market had a few plant stalls. Albeit rather expensive, this market is world renounce, and would give me a good gap to get out and about. Rameez and I prep to go, bus 47 or 381, ten minute ride and we are there. All working well until, on the bus a very polite passenger points out that my wheelchair is " leaking ". Leaking ? . I ask........... F@@k, honey, this ain't no 2 struck, petrol driven chair ! This is one hugely powered electric 4 x 4 - she does not get it ! We exit the 381, only for Rameez to tell me that I am in fact leaving a trail of residue as I am wheeling. We stop to do a quick check - cathater in place, chair seems fine ............ Only to discover the tap to leg bag is open - yes I pee'd from Bermondsey to London Bridge, down the leg, through my shoe etc etc, so here we are the two of us on LND taking off my shoe, wringing out my sock and trying not so hard to be discreet ! We made the market, bought some really cool plants for the boxes on the patio and bolted home to get my urine infested foot sorted ! Note to self, always carry extra socks and emergency pumps !
Off the bus we get, at the stop near my favourite store - local charity shop ! Love them !! So Chav, but I don't care ! I have Rameez running in and out ( can't get in, step too hectic ) with various things that catch my eye. Found a hand painted Art Deco " dumb waiter " , £5, which now serves as my PG holder whilst I have diner ! Only in London !!!
Tomorrow, hopefully, will be going to the Ideal Home Show in Earls Court, wher John ( Lise's ) husband is exhibiting his new ' green ' homes - please google - they are unbelievable !!!!! And, he built a ramp to the entrance in order for ME to get in. Love Ya John !,,
Lise' , being my IT guru, and good she is, is gonna come down and spend a day with me to update, spruce up, and streamline my blog page - I am determined to get onto the best 10 disabled blogs in the world. Also have a new venture in the pipeline, very early stages though to do something to raise money for SCI that will attract world wide attention and awareness ! Whatch this space !! And please share my blog.
Sent with love and ongoing good health wishes !
Remember to tell the ones you love, and broken bridges don't mend themselves - be the bigger person !
Love Ya
G.
love your blog! !!!
ReplyDeleteHi Gavin, Roma introduced me to your Blog! Absolutely love it! I have also subscribed via email so as not to miss any posts. Regards, Eileen
ReplyDelete