My final carer of the week was one of the useless ones who was more interested in her phone than helping me.
When I sat at the bottom of the stairs to start getting dressed (alone as opposed to with her help) I asked her to put the bag with my dirty undies in front of the washing machine, she repeated it back to me and I carried on getting dressed. 30 seconds later she came back with the empty bag and said "all done" so as well as getting washed and dressed alone, I had to fish all of my underwear out of the washing machine and pair up all the socks again, just to make sure they were all there.
I'm now in a great deal of pain, very wobbly, shaking like a leaf and in a really bad mood, but my carer was here for the full 20 minutes (even though I pay for 30) so she's alright Jack and that's all that matters.
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