Ma suffered bad humour tonight. She announced to a guest that I was hopeless, hopeless, hopeless. She said John was too...hopeless I mean.
It's sad for her. Losing vision and hearing is very isolating. It doesn't help her to berate the help. I'm sorry she's so angry and I'm angry she's taking it out on me. Truth to be told: it is the nature of our "relationship."
It's far too late to correct her and to demand civility.
She was just on the phone to tell me she'll pick up shoes for John and go with me to the hospital on Tuesday.
I hope to get an appointment with the social worker then, as everyone has been on holiday.
Truth to tell I indulge her in many ways... but there it is...she did pick me out at the baby parade.
Still it's a sad trial sometimes.
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