Nanny is old and hateful. (and before you say something, the description "old and hateful" was termed by her sister... I just happen to agree) She wants her needs met and tended to now and by God if they aren't she'll shoot you a glare so mean you'd think lasers were going to pop right out and do you in.
I've decided that my calling is not in the home health department. I've taken care of Nanny for this last week and I think I might just pull my hand right back and slap her. Sounds horrible, I know. Yesterday was the worst. Death rays shooting from her eyes at every turn. Snide remarks made under her breath, too quiet for me to decipher.
Granted she's lived a hard life and crap crap crap, but regardless, there is no reason to be hateful to those trying to keep you alive!
She hollers so and so, do this. So and so, get me this. So and so, kiss my tail. Her sister yesterday corrected her by telling her she needs to start saying please and asking nicely other then ordering people around. This was remarked by, "she (speaking of me) knows I appreciate it and I'm mean please." Um, no ma'am, I heard the tune from Cinderella with all that bellowing you've been doing.
Now, Nanny wants cigarettes. She's on oxygen 24/7 with COPD... and she wants a cigarette. Mind you, she hasn't had one since I found her in a coma three weeks ago, but now that she's feeling better she'd like her sticks of death back. I told her if she started smoking again to go ahead and kill herself, I wasn't going to argue with her. Boy was she surprised and angered by this. As it is, a pack of cigarettes have turned up missing from a visitor's purse. Within and hour of them coming up missing she's started with the "I don't want to smoke, but I can't promise anyone that I won't." On top of that, when my mom cleaned her room while she was in the hospital, she found stashes of them hidden everywhere around her room. I am quite certain I know who took them.
I don't know how people do it, take care of the elderly. My grandmother works in an old folk's home (not p/c, I know, get over it) and she has for many, many years now. And she seems quite at home working with even the bitterest of them, with all the patience and demure you would expect. Sure, there are some old people who are the characteristically nice, sweet people you tend to think of, and then there are those like Nanny, whom I love dearly, but I'd like to knock some politeness and sense right into their head.
Dear God,I would greatly appreciate it if you would not let me become old and bitter. I enjoy my life and surrounds, and should that change, I'd like it greatly if you'd send a rock in my direction to peg me right in the head and knock some common sense into me.Much love,Alicia