Today's carer was a shit-show on legs. First she went to the wrong house, then she had to go back to her car letting every last little bit of warmth out of the house when she left the front door wide open, then she decided that she wasn't going to help because I didn't have a flannel and refused to accept that I just use my hands and the cold water, then she got within 2cm of me in the tiny bathroom so I couldn't lift my arm up to wash my armpits or under my boobs. She disappeared entirely when I started to wobble and decided she'd prefer to send text messages to her friends rather than supporting me.
It was the same when it came to drying myself and I stupidly asked for her help with changing the duvet cover in the bedroom 'cos that gets done every 2 weeks on a Friday, so she signed back in again and to give her credit, she did actually change the cover while I did the pillowcases then started quietly tutting when I said the sheet needed to be changed too. She thankfully did the two farthest corners while I did the ones closest to me then she sped downstairs and out of the house and called "see you again next time, Amanda!" while I was half way down the stairs and she'd left the front door wide open again.
I've just drained my reward for not swearing or shouting at her but I hope my lunchtime carer is considerably more supportive.
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