When my ILS worker was here, she told me that we needed to make a list of the apartments in new York that I applied to (and am on the waiting list) the next time that she comes to see me. She said that it's probably been a year or so since I checked on it.
Man.. The pca that just came just asked me if anyone has ever cleaned my floor
after he told me that it looked like nobody has ever cleaned my floor. I answered his question and said,"yeah. I used to clean it myself."then he asked me,"how did you do that?!" then I scoffed at him and said,"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOW DID I DO THAT?! WITH A MOP AND BUCKET." which
kinda resembles Dana (my ILS worker's question earlier when she asked me what
EXACTLY the PCA's do in the
five hours a day that they're paid to help me with?) I said,"just walking and occasional clean up of my apartment." then she asked me,"laundry?" and I said,"oh yeah. Laundry once a week." then she said,"wow.. They
really don't have to do much.". Then I said,"yeah.. And the supervisor made a comment to me yesterday about how I needed
so many cares.. I kinda thought she was talk in outta her ass
just to make me think that I actually needed help." the stupid fudge packer killigan did the
same exact shit in a sad attempt to keep his sad excuse of a home "health agency" going. Whatta joke.. Kinda like HIM.
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