If you haven’t seen Anger Management, then I suggest you download it as a matter of priority. I don’t think I suffer from TAS (Toxic Anger Syndrome), but I do find myself frustrated by other people’s inability to just live their lives, or even to just stay out of my way whilst I live mine.
If you know me, then you know that I find it difficult to stop my brain from vocalizing my frustration with such people. Imagine then, my frustration that my Grandad was unable to be released from hospital today because he can’t see. Let me clarify. Any person who goes into any sort of home has to be assessed, even if they were previously in a home and only went into hospital for a matter of days, they must be reassessed. Actually, I think this is a good thing, as it stops the eager beavers at the NHS from turfing people out of beds before they are ready. Now, the lady from the home came to reassess my Grandad today, only to be informed that he would now need his blood sugar level tested twice a day. Since the home is not a nursing home, they are unable to test his blood, so could not take him back. Stalemate. So the nurses decided to get my blind Grandad to try and learn to use the blood sugar level testing machine. HE IS FUCKING BLIND, YOU MORONS!
He is going home tomorrow. The district nurses are going to stop by the home to test his blood. Now why couldn’t they just have done that in the first place!
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay…
Update: The home have asked us to start looking for somewhere else for my Grandad, because they feel that he needs a greater level of care than they can provide. St Dunstan’s can’t take him directly from his current home (they have a crazy rule that they only accept people who have been living in their own home for at least two weeks). The hospital don’t care where he goes, as long as he isn’t in one of their beds. Oh, and the social worker thinks my Grandad could easily live on his own at home and that we are forcing him into care.