Today a new aide, in fact of the 5 days when we expected an aide we had 3 different aids and 2 days of no one showing up. Today's aide is a very tiny woman wearing scrubs and kind of smelling like stale perfume, and speaking only spanish. Probably my fault as I introduced myself in spanish. However I intentially pointed out the garbage in english, even though "basura es aqui" She arrived while I sat in the car waiting for alt side parking to be over. Her name in Angela , very promising. One problem is she locked the door behind her, and the door must not be locked as my mothers hands can no longer negotiate the locks, and she locked me out. And again when she came in from throwing the garbage her instinct was to lock the door, understandable ...but FUCKING STOP LOCKING the door . And she keeps looking at me like I am nuts when i speak in english...so you know this is going to work out great!
AS for the crisis, M had started drinking more and more, up to 8 oz of vodka a day and then one day 4 oz in about an hour and a half. After that she sobered up some since I had hidden the vodka and then at a point several days later she had asked me to buy some vodka and I refused, So M ordered from the liqueur store and in her anger and indignation -proceded to drink about 8 oz in five hours until she got up and fell over, giving herself a nasty bruise and road rash on her upper arm. I must say that dialed it back and now she is on about three drinks, maybe four a day. The fall was tuesday and today is friday.
When coming off her binge my mother said horrible and vile things to me , including telling me to "get out right now" I did eventually leave and spend a night at home after I felt confident she was not going to drop dead from withdrawal. Today she asked me :
How can you stay so even tempered when I am harassing you every 5 minutes.
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