Angel
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From:
London
Registered:
17-Feb-2004
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carers
Posted:
23-Nov-2006 18:25
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After reading Sweetpea's reply to my carers post it struck me that a few other people might have considered getting a carer or had it suggested to them but turned it down. My hospital brought up the idea back in April, and I turned it down as I just couldn't believe that I needed one. After coming out of hospital this summer I finally admitted defeat and agreed to trial having one come in in the mornings, and I am so glad I did.
Anyway this is copied from my blog which I posted just after my carer started, incase it is helpful to anyone to read 
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I have bitten the bullet (can you say that?) and on advice from my hospital got some home help. This is somewhat difficult for a young 22 year old - who feels like she could leap up off the sofa and start dancing around to Fame at any given moment - to get their head round. Home help is something you envisage needing when you are 80, not when your peers are either still studying or just beginning their careers. In fact I will admit it is even slightly embarrassing just typing this, and I don’t even know why. Must be a pride thing, no one wants to be dependant, particularly not at this age, but that is one of the reasons I am posting this, so people (particularly fellow pwcf) can see that sometimes in life it is just a case of swallowing your pride and asking for help...and yes I find doing that as hard as the next person.
This morning a nice lady from the home help company turned up, and she really was very nice. She was professional and my feeling of utter stupidity because I am aware of how well I look and how young I am quickly evaporated. She was determined to let me take the lead and to do things to help rather than hinder, which meant even though social service form states that I am to be helped with washing and dressing (not general living needs or domestic chores, it’s a bureaucracy thing, I am not entitled to help with that as I live with someone...don’t get me started) she used her initiative and put a load of washing on whilst I was doing my first nebuliser.
By the time she left I had nice clean hair, had breakfasted, washed, dressed and done my morning tablets and nebs, and miraculously did not feel the need to go back to bed to sleep, it was the most bizarre and fantastic feeling. I almost felt guilty as I had this energy left (not really used to that) which meant I could sit down and start tackling some areas of the campaign, something I would much rather be expending energy on
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