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Give an inch

“Take your stump and lay down.” It was said so cold and cruelly by my CNA. Somehow she thought it was funny. I didn’t. The words seared my heart, blocking a way to forgiveness.

There were a multitude of offenses like that which lead up to today’s firing. She had been here several months but in that time she managed to offend me deeply and break rules that everyone knows shouldn’t be broken.

I had to tell my CNA that she can’t drive me while high on Marijuana. I have nothing against pot, but driving under the influence of anything is dangerous. Monday I had an appointment to see my therapist in his office. I made it but I found out she was high. She admitted it!

In addition to driving high, she was constantly calling me stupid. She said she was joking but she constantly said, “Shut up stupid.” Hurtful crap! So today I made the decision that enough is enough. You can’t sit with headphones and ignore me. You can’t come to work high. You can’t laugh at how I walk or call me “daddy” like you asked. She is so inappropriate. No kind of manners whatsoever!

Today she showed up with McDonald’s breakfast and ate it at my table (on the clock) BEFORE getting up to make my breakfast. She had me wait until she was finished. Really? Basically she was angry because I stopped providing breakfast and lunch. I stopped because if she can’t respect me I’m sure not going out on a limb for her.

Feeding her was my fault. I eat better if someone eats with me so I fed her if she didn’t bring her own food. Well she stopped bringing her own food so next thing you know, I’m providing two meals. Well, I cut her off. No food. No more homemade wine. Right now I’ve got so little food until the 3rd that I seriously considered asking a friend for a little assistance! Pathetic! Pathetic!! The cat has everything he needs. He’s good to go. I’m struggling at my own fault.

My CICOA person will call tomorrow to set me up with a new company. I don’t expect much but I have learned a thing or two from this experience. Give an inch and they’ll take a mile.

4 replies on “Give an inch”

Oh my goodness that is horrid! There is something so very wrong with our caregiving in this country. I hear so many horrible stories. You are getting so much practice standing up for yourself and setting boundaries…it must be exhausting.

I’ve been following your blog for a while and I have to say that your experiences with caregivers has been the worst I’ve heard of. This current one who wanted to call you daddy? I was through with her after that. You have been brave and resilient in the face of insurmountable obstacles.

Good to hear from you. 🤗

Yeah, the daddy thing was crazy. They’re sending someone else Monday. I have low hopes for quality care from this company.

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