This is me when I'm not doing the stuff for my regular blog. That means not necessarily as careful, not necessarily as able to do things, lots of things could be different than usual. I don't do trigger warnings, and I have genuine well thought out reasons that aren't just some kind of callous BS.
Awful conversations overheard.
A hospital worker trying to convince a sobbing old woman that she shouldn’t be upset. People who fall can’t remain in our own homes. Her daughter only had her put in a home because she cared.
Same woman later trying desperately to focus on the best parts of this.
Listening to a bunch of staff bully a woman with myasthenia gravis (my mother, with similar symptoms to mine, was just diagnosed with a form of it) into doing things that she knew would make her fall, all the while pushing her further and further into collapse and convincing her they were doing her a favor.
No word on when, or even what time frame, I’ll get out. I’m having real trouble today, can’t do anything I could do yesterday. And I can’t go home this weak and unable to eat or drink more than nibbles. Can’t.