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Today’s Lunch – 20th March 2019

Published March 20, 2019 by helentastic67

Todays Lunch

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

The last few days I’ve been contemplating how to tell you all something. I have a few followers that are obviously of a very strong catholic faith, shall I say. For the rest of you, I’ll put your minds at rest. There is NO GOD! And I say this because I have a cold!

No God 1

I know, shocking right? I’m sure to cover my reasoning and beliefs in the faith department one day. Not sure if I have already, or not. But I will.

Faith

When I get a cold, the spasticity in my left arm is not fun, it shakes uncontrollably. Hope it doesn’t in public.

I have a cold

I haven’t been able to tell if I’ve had hot flushes or a fever but I just happened to be seeing my GP yesterday and he agreed it’s a fever. So, drugs! Yay! Me! Please be the ones that help me shed some pounds. I do already have the probiotics you should take with them.

Fever

I thought to empty my waste paper basket of tissues before my Wednesday carer arrived because she is acting like I’m contagious and I’ve got the Black Plague, lord love her! (She’s going to read this and growl!) I told my GP I tried to separate two black garbage bags and I couldn’t so quickly throw them aside. He told me they can be hard with two hands. I put it down to Child-Proof and therefore, sometimes Helen-Proof!

Contaminated

I usually have a stockpile of tissues in my home and I burnt through that in two days. Good thing I live close to the German shop we all love. Stopped in and got enough to last a few more days. On Friday I can have some real drugs, Antibiotics.

Tissues

Meanwhile, today’s lunch, somewhere different today! Lamb pizza with lemon and my medicine!

Lamb PizzaLatte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a picture of Mika finally having discovered her new toy.

Mika and toy

Cheers,
H

Let the Games Begin

Published June 25, 2018 by helentastic67

Let the Games Begin

Let the Games Begin

I’ve been sitting and planning this post for about six months. Since I’ve been getting carers through an Agency, funding by the NDIA.

NDIS Carers

Dealing with HR (Human Resources) issues is super “NOT HOT” when getting and keeping good carers. The carers I’ve had the four years from my Council, through to HACC (Home and Community Care) which is state funded. They walk in, they ask “the normal” and they get to it and anything else they might choose to make their little project, when they leave, they might debrief me.

Choosing Carers

“I did the dishes, the stove, the benches, the kitty litter, the bins and xyz” by then, I’m nodding and shooing them out the door saying “I know, I trust you”.

They arrive, they leave, probably a little over the timeframe I am meant to have them but I know I can trust they did more than needed and they leave satisfied they will be happy with what they achieved and my cheek and personality has boosted them to get through the day. Sounds egotistical, but it’s a mutual thing.

Cheeky Personality

This is why despite having sufficient NDIS funding, I haven’t just opened the flood gate to get ‘God Knows’ how many new carers to cover 16 hours every week. I would go mental.

In six months, I’ve lost count how many carers I’ve had, but I’ve blocked three from returning for various reasons. Some have injured me, some we just had a personality clash (to be diplomatic) and some I just outright couldn’t deal with them anymore. There is one I really liked that I think cancer-wise she moved on.

So, there is a common thread that some act like I need them more than they need me because of me having a disability, is a little bit like I’m a commodity for them paying their bills.

Human Commodity

I get it that they do this job because they enjoy it and get some rewards from helping people and nobody would deny they don’t need the money, but I can tell when people work in this industry purely because they see it as a stress-free income.

I can tell when carers vie for my attention, asking coy questions to find out if I have other shifts they can utilise or if a carer must love coming to me because I’m friendly or chatty or (wait for it) YOUNG.

Love the work

I had one lady, I swear she arrived and she was old. I’m not ageist, however her face was very wrinkly and she looked ‘older than God’. She turned out to be younger than Aunty Christine, she has actually aged well. But this other lady, she was jumping up and down telling me all about how young and active she was because she wanted me to want more of her.

Older than God

I can also tell when carers prefer to spend time with clients who are intellectually handicapped, because they think they can do what they want, say what they want and they don’t get held accountable.

Intellectual Disability

It’s also challenging to keep or put boundaries in place because I am so friendly and independent. Who knew either of those things could ever be bad traits?

Bad Traits

So, carers sometimes come and go very quickly. You can have too much of a good carer and you burn out or get over a good thing and not enough of the awesomeness.

In recent years, if I rang my council and managed to get the ‘right’ person who knew my reasons and standards, I would be able to add someone to my ‘blocked list’ without questions.

Carer block list

Now, they require an Incident report and the first one was an embarrassing incident where I suffered a scraping type of injury about an inch above my “Chocolate Starfish”.

I don’t know why, since I generally dry there myself. But when I asked the trusted Aunty Christine, she swore black and blue (oh, how I love her) and that was that. No more ‘older than God’ carers.

Black and blue

The others, it seems to be, they come to work but would clearly prefer to be somewhere else. On their phones, arranging social activities with friends, doing parenting or maybe just filling in time. Since they don’t actually want to find ‘something’ to do. Having carers is a blessing and a hindrance and while I’m all about flexibility, there are limits.

Social Media

I can’t arrange my needs around their lives, if it’s dark at 5.10pm – (Autumn currently) the washing comes in by then. So, no can’t have you come early at 2.45pm because it’s too early and the shift is at 5.30pm.

So, the games go both ways and I’m usually the one who puts up with more or goes without, which starts to feel like a human rights issue.

Human Rights

 

God, But not what you think

Published June 8, 2018 by helentastic67

God not what you think

God – Not what you think!

Osteo/Remediate/Mio/Chiro/Acupuncture/Physio. This is starting to be a typical week for me and by the time I get to the last one on the list, they obviously think I’ve overdone it and they seem to think I might be confused as to who helps and who doesn’t.

Typical Week

I love the mentality of some medical professions that think they are the only one’s who can help me and they question all the other things I do as being not worthy.

Professional Mentality

I generally see the benefits of all the above things I do and I will favour the people more open minded because all of the above keep me upright, walking and talking.

Dr says

Everyone has had a part and getting me this far, some more than others and it is up to me to decide what I need and for how long. And I don’t need anyone else to act like they are God and think they know what’s best for me.

Think they are God

Not family, doctors, the Government or a Case Manager.

I know best

Religion

Published April 6, 2018 by helentastic67

Religion

Religion

It seems to come up a lot in blogging doesn’t it? People talking about God, Jesus and ‘Whatnot’ and this will put me into my Religion/Muslim/Terrors topic, but we shall see. As previously stated, I went to a Catholic School for nine whole years.

Talking about God

However, I lost my faith in this ‘Holy Go-Thing’ early in life. In brief, I lost my sister when I was nine years-old. She had been born on my 8th birthday and died fifteen months and a week later from cancer. She was sick for a month, then just gone.

Questioning God

Is there a God?

Does God do this?

Why would God do this?

God takes innocent little babies?

But while I question this and don’t believe in this ‘Concept of God’ the all mighty, that’s OK. I believe more in this Higher Being, The Universe, Karma, Buddha, whatever that is.

Higher power

I believe in doing the right thing, largely based on the 10 commandments, sure. Because it all makes sense, it’s common sense, right!

10 Commandments

But I also believe in reincarnation, because really, we’re born, we live, we die. That also can’t be it surely? Because I think some people really don’t get it right the first time and I like to imagine, if we suffer in this life, maybe we get better looked after in the next. Then again it scares me to ask what horrible thing or atrocity I’ve committed in a past life to be dealing with this ‘Shit’?

Reincarnation

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