Instagram and other grievances
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smokingbootI tried, I failed. S*d off, Instagram.
In other news, well, finding new inspiration is not so easy. I am a little worried about my eldest Aunt, aka The Termagent, who is complaining that the family are not treating her well, that they want to steal her money, that they never spend time with her. I think this is morphine talking. She wants me to come over and live with her as a companion for 500-600 Euros a month. She forgets I have a life here, and anyway, if she thinks her sister and carer for the last god knows how many years is suddenly nicking her cash, anyone who lives with her will be the next suspect. No, I think her pain medication needs adjusting. She won't leave her bed, she won't eat what they give her, she wants company that sits by the bed and watches daytime TV with her. Her younger sister, a spring chicken in her 60s, has been looking after her for years. There's nothing untoward going on, it's just that said younger sister is herself a grandmother of the Andalusian variety, i.e. there's generally a small crowd of people needing her attention, and though the Termagent is very high on the list, it is still a list.
The Termagent talks about going into sheltered accommodation, which might be great, but the problem is the same: if she won't leave her bed, she's not going to find company anywhere. She is freaking the hell out about her UK pension, but I can't give her any news because there's nothing to know yet. Is it an old people thing, that they fret about their cash so much? She was never like this before. Nothing has gone wrong. She is just bored, frustrated and lonely without wanting to do a single thing to change the situation. Her sister's family live in the flat next door, she could go and sit there with them all but of course, the children playing, the people coming in and out, the lack of quiet and the fact that it won't all be her TV choices doesn't make that easy. The lady doesn't compromise, which is fine if one is content in one's own company, but she isn't. She talks about returning to England.
I don't think that will work at all.
It's Andalusia day today, I'll give her a ring tonight. I need to find something de-grumping to entertain her.
In other news, well, finding new inspiration is not so easy. I am a little worried about my eldest Aunt, aka The Termagent, who is complaining that the family are not treating her well, that they want to steal her money, that they never spend time with her. I think this is morphine talking. She wants me to come over and live with her as a companion for 500-600 Euros a month. She forgets I have a life here, and anyway, if she thinks her sister and carer for the last god knows how many years is suddenly nicking her cash, anyone who lives with her will be the next suspect. No, I think her pain medication needs adjusting. She won't leave her bed, she won't eat what they give her, she wants company that sits by the bed and watches daytime TV with her. Her younger sister, a spring chicken in her 60s, has been looking after her for years. There's nothing untoward going on, it's just that said younger sister is herself a grandmother of the Andalusian variety, i.e. there's generally a small crowd of people needing her attention, and though the Termagent is very high on the list, it is still a list.
The Termagent talks about going into sheltered accommodation, which might be great, but the problem is the same: if she won't leave her bed, she's not going to find company anywhere. She is freaking the hell out about her UK pension, but I can't give her any news because there's nothing to know yet. Is it an old people thing, that they fret about their cash so much? She was never like this before. Nothing has gone wrong. She is just bored, frustrated and lonely without wanting to do a single thing to change the situation. Her sister's family live in the flat next door, she could go and sit there with them all but of course, the children playing, the people coming in and out, the lack of quiet and the fact that it won't all be her TV choices doesn't make that easy. The lady doesn't compromise, which is fine if one is content in one's own company, but she isn't. She talks about returning to England.
I don't think that will work at all.
It's Andalusia day today, I'll give her a ring tonight. I need to find something de-grumping to entertain her.
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Date: 2019-03-02 01:45 pm (UTC)I don't feel old. :-)
It's always a shock to think about my chronological age and realize, But you are. (You're a Whatever Happened to Baby Jane fan! So imagine that in the tones that Bette Davis uses when Joan Crawford says, "What if I wasn't in this wheelchair?" and she answers, "But you are, Blanche. You are." :-) )