This week was hard in several ways. Monday and Tuesday, my mother was still here, and Nicholas came over both nights to see her, so even though I went to work, there was still a lot to do after work being with them and playing Wheel of Fortune on the Wii. Wednesday morning I took my mother to the airport then went to work. Thursday I went to be with a friend because her partner of 20 something years moved out that day. Right before I left work for that, a letter came from the head of the agency where I work saying there would be lay offs for, as far as I know, the first time ever at that agency.
I work in human services, at a day program for adults who have developmental disabilities. These folks are so disabled that they need more help than even a sheltered workshop can provide. My agency does have a sheltered workshop, though, and other services for people with mental retardation like residential housing and respite. There is also a whole mental health side of the agency but basically, we are human services, and we’ve suffered big budget cuts. And really we didn’t have all that much before.
It just makes me absolutely ill that we, as a society, fund some things and not others. That our most dependent and vulnerable people can’t have, as just one example, a place to live when their family can no longer support them, or a special chair to sit in if they need it.
So. The next day, Carole told me she will have her knee replaced later this month. Part of that time, Erica will be here again with her two cats, I’ll be working and taking care of everything at home. I’m sure it will be easy and pass quickly. Not!
Then last night, as my voice was failing, I gave my whole sordid story at a meeting.
Now, I should turn my attention to the wreck that is my “novel” from Nanowrimo. But really, I feel sick enough without doing that.