For 6 weeks I have been trying to get my mom to accept meals delivered (meals on wheels) finaly as I am about to leave town she agrees and wants to know why I 'waited to the last minute"
So I call the social worker, not he nice one but the total A-hole and ask him to implement the meals and hey while you are at it can you do the aide the 3x a week like I have been trying to get her to agree to for weeks and for which she HAD to agree because it is a 'medical intervention' and god forbid they don't have consent. SO he calls and she say with WORDS yes it will be good if I had more help because i dont walk too well and yes meals will be ok too.
Then I get on the phone with the a-hole and he says in his heavy NY accent and rapid fire double speak that he is going to add a day to the tuesday and thursday and do I want it to be monday or friday. Well, I am like "Mr. $%^&^ please, she is not safe alone for three days in a row" and he say he cant see what the difference is , and I say "the difference is Sat-Sun alone is not the same as Sat-Sun-Mon alone " and he talks around in a circle again trying to tell me adding a day is the same as having M-W-F. I am not having it and in my best NY accent I say again Please Mr (blahblah) she is not safe and I talk him into a circle until he agrees to talk to his supervisor and do what ever else needs doing to get one of the two things I have been trying to get done for the past 6 weeks.
In other news I biked over the Brooklyn bridge after parking my car in Brooklyn so my son can take care of it while I am away.
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