Our day started well, G had a reasonable night, so for a change I got up not feeling tired. The phone rang asking me. If I was free for someone from Social services to visit, I said at what time , our community Matron. Was calling at 11.30, that will do I will come then. They both arrived together, she knew he was coming.
Seemingly she was consernd about me, they had been having an office chat.
I don't have any help with G I CAN MANAGE, I have good Family backup.
The conversation started with the man from the social telling me all the help I could get ( I knew what I could get I just don't want it ) G gets very anxious around strangers so carers coming in would upset him. He explained we would be means tested and he would need bank statement s also if we had paid help we could then apply for C.H.C.
I said I would think about it. But why should I pay £14 an hour for a P.A .We chatted about G who very politely nodded off.I thanked him for coming and he left
The community Matron senced I was annoyed ( she is very good and I like her) she said don't get upset , he is only doing his job she asked me to think about what had been discussed, I thanked her as she left.
G was still asleep,I went into the bedroom and cried this deceise had finally hit me
I was thinking about it for the rest of the day and most of the night, how stupid is that I have always been a very logical person but this illness came we moved house to be near our children and left good friend behind,so thi morning I phoned P.S.P.A I spoke to a wonderful lady who listened, and listened and listened
Tonight G is tucked up in bed I am having ME time, so three cheers for the P.S.P