home truths, YUK!!
Ray and I just had a visit from the social worker. What a sweet person. Too sweet. Each time she told us an unpalatable home truth she smiled her sweet smile. I just hated it. It was like being dunked into a vat of syrup!! YUK!! YUK!!
Okay, I KNOW what is wrong with Ray, and I know what is wrong with me. But I felt like a control freak as she sweetly advised me to "let go of the load", following that up with "when are you going to take time for yourself?" does she have a practical answer to that? I don't think so."You know we want YOU to be well. After all, what would Ray do without you?" There probably is a printable answer to that but as Jean doesn't like us to put in the worst words we are thinking at this point , I can't actually tell you what I was thinking.
Result? She wants permission to look at Ray's cognitive test results, she wants me to take him to a support group 25kms away. She wants me to go get my health problems checked out. She said all of that while stressing that she wants me to "take things a lot easier."
Oh. yeh? So how do I feel about all this? Roll out the couch Sandy, I think I need a few hours of your time!!
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