Well, I debated blogging about this…but it’s really not some big, dark secret. I fell a few weeks ago, and my doctor said the words I SO did not want to hear: “You really shouldn’t live alone anymore.” I felt like saying, “Well, what am I supposed to DO?!” I don’t want to leave my home. Don’t want to leave my Greyhounds. So begins the search for people…programs…ANYthing that can help me.
After several dead-ends, I finally had a glimpse of hope today. "Sally" called me back today. We eliminated one program because I can still dress myself (oh…my…GOSH!!!), but she feels she may be able to put me on a waiting list for some other things to help such as people to help with cleaning -- mopping floors, changing bed linens, doing the bathrooms, etc. Stuff I simply can’t do anymore. She is going to call me next month and set up a time to interview me. Going to see what they can do to help.
I’ve gone through a BUNCH of interviews during my life. I was always sharing what I COULD do before. You know…selling myself! Now I’ll be telling her what I CAN’T do.
I don’t like this. Which reminds me of another thing my doctor told me during my visit with him. “You’re in denial.” No argument. I think it’s the denial that makes me fight. It’s not so much denial that I close my eyes, turn my head and don’t search for options, alternatives, etc. But, yes, it sends me to go lacing up my gloves—not going down without a fight!
