There are times as a Care Partner, for a loved one with dementia, when you think it couldn’t get any worse. Then it does, and you think it couldn’t get any worse. Then it does.
This has been my experience today. Once again our social worker is ill, and her Line Manager is on holiday. So yet again no progress on my Carers’ Assessment. This all makes me anxious about plans to visit family in a couple of weeks. There has been a disconnect between the social worker and the Care Agency before, and I have had to cancel plans at the last minute. They both blame each other, and I have been left frustrated and out of pocket.
Anna my middle daughter told me a while ago that she thought she had inherited my tendency for impatience. I wonder if her nerve will hold, if I have to cancel on her yet again. No such problems with my mum and brother. Their dementia means they have probably forgotten who I am, after not being able to get down to see them for so long.