Oh boy!

My carer turned up 45 minutes late and didn't seem to understand that I use my hands and cold water to wash with instead of a flannel and hot water then took the towel back through to the kitchen and decided to do the washing up as soon as I'd dried my pits and under my boobs, which meant that I was stood there wet, cold, wobbly and rapidly growing angrier.  After I'd brushed my teeth my legs couldn't hold me up any more so gave way underneath me again so the wet, cold, frustrated me crawled out of the bathroom and hauled myself up using the bathroom door and airlock heater (which made me glad I hadn't turned it on) then wobbled into the kitchen to dry myself off.

I went to sit on the bottom of the stairs like I always do to get dressed and she put my bra on backwards, my pants on inside out and my socks upside down then proceeded to put my top on inside out and about the only thing she got right was my cardigan.  She yanked my trousers up until they stopped and my eyes were watering with the pain then she put the wrong boot on the wrong foot then she goes "still 9 minutes before I go.  I from Africa and only been here 4 month.  England very rich, Africa very poor" then spent several minutes talking about Africa while I'm sat there trying not to cry in agony.

Then when she eventually finished talking about her homeland she said "you eat?" and at that point I just wanted her to bugger off so I said yes even though I hadn't.

I'm still wearing back to front, inside out and upside down clothes because the recycling collectors turned up so I decided that I'd bring the containers in, make myself a comforting drinking choccie and get dressed properly as soon as it's safe for me to do so.

What started off as an incredible day has, in only 20 minutes, rapidly turned into a very bad day, thanks to my so-called carer this morning.