Squeaky Wheeling may get Results, but omg it’s Exhausting

I thought I’d hit a wall a week ago, but then I hit a bigger harder one. Because I only slowed down a little but kept going. Burnt myself on the coffee machine, walked of with part of an order, that sorta thing.

But mum got moved to the local private hospital on Monday afternoon. After my emails to the minister et al, after calling it what it was – discrimination – for her not taking her or others because they need hoisting. Not at the stage at going into whether this means all people who need the sort of care mum needs now would be rejected, but they appeased me. For now.

So we’re eating the yummy private hospital food and trying to stay sane, since there’s not really anything to DO there, but exist and be cared for. I’ve not yet asked if the fees still kick in after 35 days but we’ve got a word on a possible place local in “a couple of weeks” so hopefully we’re out by September 11 and don’t have to find out. They don’t cost nearly as much as the places on the northern beaches, but there’s still $550k deposits and ongoing fees for private beds here too.