Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 February 2012

Carers

Excuse me. I know this is rather ungracious of me, and not at all professional. But hey, I have no profession, so ...

I have a "facebook friend". She is kind of annoying me. She has M.E. and FM. I have many friends, both real and "facebook" who have both these conditions. None of them have carers. This friend does. This friend takes frequent trips into town. She is studying a university course. Yet she has carers. Most of my friends who have M.E. and FM are house-bound, or bed-bound. Most of us have to struggle ourselves to try and make food, or rely on a kind friend / relative / partner to look after us. I myself have been bed-bound the last few weeks again, and am very lucky to have C caring for me.

Yet every morning this friend complains about her carers. I want to shake her and explain to her that having carers is a privilege that very few benefit from. I want to tell her that if she treats them like servants they will behave like servants. Most people who enter the caring industry do so because they want to help the disabled and incapacitated, not because they want to do the housework. I want to point out to her that if she constantly berates them with a bad attitude the caring company will deliberately send her the most difficult carers to deal with. She expects them to be robots, not people.

I know though that I cannot say these things to her. When people pass judgement on me and my illness it hurts, particularly if they are other people with M.E.. And that is why I am writing it here.

If you are fortunate enough to have carers, please be grateful for them. Treat them as people, with kindness and patience, and if you're lucky enough to have a regular carer whom you get on with, tell them how much they mean to you. They are paid a pittance to help you after all.

Friday, 21 October 2011

Rant - I figured this warranted it's own post too

God's truth ... I would rather be working than ill. I would love to get up at 7:30am, drive myself to some work place, see familiar faces, sit down at my computer and sink my teeth into a piece of work I didn't finish the night before, greet my boss as he enters with his tie all skewiff coz he slept on the settee again ... and then go to lunch with colleagues, actually be able to eat food I like without worrying about the repercussions it'll have on me later in the day or that it'll send me to sleep within ten minutes of eating it. I'd like to sit watching the clock through the afternoon waiting til I can drive myself home again, and then STILL be able to do what I want with my own life in the evening.

People don't realise the luxury they have. All of you out there who curse the sick for pushing your taxes up ... YOU get to work every day .. YOU then get to go home at the end of the day and do far more activity in those few hours after work than I have managed to achieve throughout my entire day ... YOU get to see people, whether that be to argue with them or socialise, you still see people ... and YOU get to build a life. Why the f*** would I have given myself a pay cut of over £12,000 to claim frigging benefits???