The hospital sent out a very pregnant social worker,she had twins..But the idea of Bob being down stairs,bothered her...SOOO ,she said I can send someone to help clean your bedroom and a nurse to check your feet..
The poor young girl came over and begged me to leave my bedroom messy.
Making a bed it hard for me,but kitchen help would of made more sense,
I have to have a stool,making the little meal wore me out,not to mention,
I can burn my hands and not know until the bisters show..Bob found some interesting rubber looking,cant burn your hands gloves...Well of course they kept falling off,so I yelled no more..
I don't like sending Bob out for my groceries,so I found
nd UP,delivers almost anywhere,but they drop and run,Ok for me not for others,my house is far to big,I will have to deal with that...But I can't stand any dust...So one day
I called a wonderful lady, she helps the blind,as she is live a independent living.worker...She offered to come and her assitant will look around,normally i would of said no,but I need the help,so she's coming later this week. Please do
not kill yourself trying to do things you cannot do...Now I need the help, so
I will be grateful..Just standing,well opening things,well I can lose it,Bob is
not always here...It will help me and i'm sure make my children worry less.
I am going to do the best I can to except help,I hope...Hugs Sue