Fights

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Yesterday was such a "fun" day I think I will try to shut down my computer and just sleep for most of this day. I made no progress on ordering "food" and I really can't deal with it anymore.

I had a huge fight with the APS worker (of course after blasting him in a couple of emails during the night). TTY calls take time anyway, so this one must have lasted forever. I finally cut it off. Tired of listening to the canned speech, and always the same. They are trying to help me and I am uncooperative. I finally called him because he emailed and said that since I wasn't cooperating and hadn't eaten, they would explore "other options."

Time to get out the gloves.

This is the guy who walked out and left live lobsters and crabs to die in my living room. He was responsible for the agency who walked out on them with no notice as well. When I asked him to help me find someone to donate them to, he said "No, that's against the rules." (It is not against the rules to let the live ones die, or all of it rot though.) He was the one who assured me I would have an aide to help with them and the reason I decided to order them.

He also has a selective short term memory. I reminded him of the series of events. His response was "Well, you told us to throw the stuff away." That was after it had already rotted in the refrigerator. Of course I said to throw it away, but during the two weeks it was rotting he constantly told me to "go eat" and I constantly got the feeling he was telling me to eat the rotting food. I think my instincts may have been right.

This guy's communication is pushing me to the point walking forward over a cliff is more preferable than backing up from the edge. I told him that too. I came right out and said they were trying to kill me. He said, "No we are trying to help you get the nutrition you need." Gee. Tell that to the rotten seafood.

So a long and difficult morning. But someone on one of the aphasia groups I belong to read one of my posts there and emailed a local Law Center, who contacted me almost immediately ... and shortly after the call with the APS worker.

They are making some phone calls. Don't know if they can (or will) do anything, but maybe lawyers asking questions will be a little more productive. Lawyers always have a different perspective on things.

I dunno. Day 23. I wish I could eat. I saw a bowl of Korean Seaweed Soup (with the recipe) and drooled. Same with the Kim Chi Soup, and the Anchovie Soup. I could use a bowl from a pot of Fish Head Soup too.

I don't think the aides are going to be any more cooperative in helping me prep my meals if they can't even handle a few ticked off female blue crabs about to hit a pot of boiling water.

(During the fight with the APS worker, I also told him I didn't think that someone who shoves part of a carcass from a dead four hooved animal had any right to be telling me what to eat. They talk nasty about my food, I can give it back ... and graphically!)

And I'm still extremely ticked off ... to the point of cussing when I think about it ... that I didn't get my January Cajun Gumbo. That stuff is good! and I had Atlantic fresh shucked oysters! The freshest oysters are in January, which is why I always make the seafood gumbo in January. Sigh.

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