O bloody damn hell,  for fuck's sake!!!!

Not only did grandma cancel her doctor's appointment and by the time she called me and I called them,  they'd given that spot to someone waiting for an opening...  But then,  Doug just informed me that grandma refused to let Sarah in from home health services at 3:30.... After she promised me she'd let her in could do it herself and I said,  "alright I'll let you show me you can do this without family supervising." And then she wouldn't let her in....

Fucking a.  You should have heard me cussing when her PT from home health services, Doug, told me (via text, so he didn't hear me cussing) this morning.....  So,  I'll be back over there  this afternoon to be sure Doug can get in....

And rescheduling with her GP (we don't call them GP in the states....  What do we call them?) and apologizing for grandma's behavior to Sarah,  then rescheduling and promising I'll be there next time....

For fuck's sake though....  How dare she do that?!  I knew she would,  but how dare she?!  I'm gonna put the fear of being declared mentally incompetent and forced to move because she can't be living alone in her today.  And every day moving forward.  Because based on her cognitive tests after her fall,  that's what will happen.... Because that's what will happen if she continues this way... And if she gets declared mentally incompetent, it will be impossible to change her power of health documents which will mean it remains as Aunt Linda making all the wrong decisions....and nothing I or anyone else can do to fix this mess.

Fucking a though......

I'm gonna read my book and drink some tea and eat candy cane kisses before I make breakfast/brunch and then start the calls and apology tour for her bad behaviors.

I know I keep telling family that elder care in early dementia is like a toddler balancing Independence desires to do things themselves versus helping them - but a toddler can't call to cancel appointments. Fucking a though,  this means she can't be trusted to let people in for in home appointments and I'll have to be there for every damn home health services visit moving forward....

Ugh!  Back to my Neil Gaiman book I haven't finished yet due to all this with grandma. At least it's a really fucking funny book so far!  Lord knows I need it....

P. S.   Put the fear of being forced to senior care in grandma and she rescheduled with her gp and included cognitive in it.  Also explained to her that if Chartwell is scheduling too much,  best thing for her to do is play along,  show improvement, and get her appointment with Urtes done for a fresh cognitive assessment. Still need to get a hold of Sarah to apologize as well as reschedule.  Oy. Tried,  but went to voicemail so now phone tag begins

P. P. S. Since Eric continues to engage in relational bullying by sharing to his story things I cannot see or watch from the band account that blocked me for being honest a year ago that I loved the song Hands Dirty but was sad that due to the pain on my synesthesia  from the country music I'd not be able to attend further Delta Rae shows so long as the painful country music was any part of it,  I've decided not to watch any stories from him.  If I can't tell if clicking on the circle will get me content or relational bullying from him,  then I won't ever watch any story from him so long as there's a chance doing so will be a reminder of me having been blocked and unjustly persecuted via ostracism by his sister. Me not watching ANY stories from him is the only thing keeping me from unfollowing him being done with him after he shared from a Delta Rae post to his story on Weds night (after I got back from the George Winston concert) and set me off so badly against him due to him engaging in relational bullying via ostracism. Right now,  the fact I have no idea if it was something I could see or further bullying from him is the ONLY thing keeping me from leaving him over this every time I see that colored circle around his profile.....

P. P. P. S.
O dear lord....  Like I needed one more thing right now..... One of my neighbor's,  Pamela, is on the war path over finding a bit of dried mud or poop in the hall is knocking all the doors (in the middle of the day, instead of just cleaning it up....  So that was fun.  I told her husband,  Jim,  that it was clearly dried,  didn't have a smell,  wasn't there last night the last time I was in the hall, and likely came off of someone's shoe or boot given the way both ends tapered like in a boot's tread -  but I was going to pick it up before somebody stepped on it and ground it in the carpet if he was okay with that.  But she's on a warpath over this piece of dirt she believed to be dog poop and this means once again having the fight over my poor little dog who's been here for over 12 years and Pamela just moved in under 2 years ago.....  My fucking gods.....

One more petty bullshit drama I simply don't need it....