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My Family
My sister had to fire the week day care giver today. And not for anything the care giver had done. Life was miserable with my mother and it was only going to get worse.

Of course this all could be part of some diabolical plan by the weekend caregiver to take the weekday caregiver's place.
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Turns out they can't fire the caregiver, because she is really inexpensive. My mother balked at paying the wage the weekend caregiver wants.

It will all end badly.
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How much? Just idly curious.

I’m sure your mom thinks her caregiver is making up for low wages via stolen book tape drug money.
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$3 75 a day plus room and board
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Wait...what?
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Three hundred and seventy five.
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That’s per day for 24 hour coverage, is it? Is this caregiver a CNA?

Sorry, the space between the 3 and the 7 befuddled me.  

We'd pay over twice that if it was 24 hour, but we only have our caretakers come in for a few hours a day.  Friday through Sunday will be the longest because we have two visits, a morning/afternoon and an afternoon/evening.  I'm hoping we'll be able to reduce those hours if my mom gets more self reliant.
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That's for a caregiver. 24 hours. Plus room and board.
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To reiterate, I don't give my mother any information about me. Mainly because it usually comes back to haunt me. This is especially true for any health issues that I have.

I currently have a disease called Granuloma Annularea. It's diabetes related and is responsible for all those red areas all over my body. I've tried the treatments but they don't work. The next step would be to have steroid injections in each circle. I have dozens of these things. I passed on the steroid treatment when they mentioned that it might not even work to have all those injections.

Well, my sister erred and told my mother about the treatment I needed. My mother in her generosity offered to pay for me to have all those injections as a birthday present. Nice.

My mother usually only hears half the information. And she doesn't understand that since I belong to Kaiser, Kaiser would have paid for it.
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Sounds like your sis just wanted to stick it to ya.  

Or have your mom pay to have Kaiser stick it to ya.

Which was already paid for anyway.
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Better than getting a plate, I suppose.
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I don't need a plate for that vie. See it every day in the Wild.
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Bro, it's a cat-ass-trophy plate.  

Get it?  

Yeah, horrid pun that I poached from some Piers Anthony book.  That traumatized me so bad that I stopped reading Anthony and his damn stupid puns.  That was long before we knew what a crippling disease witzelsucht is.   Sad
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Against my better judgement, I opted to tell my mother I was coming for a visit on Christmas Day. Ostensibly, it's to see my sister and nephew, but I thought I would earn some brownie points and achieve a few moments of respite from my mother's torrent of madness for my sisters. I'm going to show up, cook breakfast, open presents and then head back to the lair. No big deal.

Except my mother thinks it's crazy. She wants me to spend the night in crazy Lynch manor and go out to dinner with them. I barely want to spend the morning with her, never mind the entire day. Plus, for about twenty years now there hasn't been a decent bed to sleep on in the house. It's all Day Beds and Sofa beds.

When she offered the accommodations, I said pass. Hard pass. That's the end of the story, right?

Sigh.

My mom's losing her mind about it, of course. She decided to get a friend of hers, one of her cadre of psychophantic freeloaders, to call my sister Roberta to get her to convince me to spend the night.

I'm planning on having a fight with my mother later.

Merry Christmas, as usual.
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