I am surprised that a crazy "do-gooder" - like a cousin who admonished me, calling me lazy and saying that I should get off my ass as a caregiver and help myself hasn't appeared at my front door to help us. Or, an altruistic "bleeding heart" hasn't rang my doorbell. No, I have tried every avenue to acquire caregiver help that I have learned about (from counselors and share groups), but I only continue with the "status quo."
I have been expressing our needs to healthcare people and even social workers in the hospital the last time I brought my wife there. The remnants of our two small retirement funds are insufficient to pay for help but disqualify us from government help.
I say, "Humans and dogs can get used to anything," so I have adapted to this depressing life. No, I haven't given up. I always have an action plan in the works, although 99% of these plans fall short.
I'm just venting today.
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