OK so imma add in a little background info about just why im so excited about PokemonGo.
If you’re new to my blog – I have depression, borderline personality, bipolar and depression.
when pokemon first came out, we didn’t have the money for the handheld or the games. they were just far too expensive, so while everyone was playing the card game or the Gameboy, I had a sega mega drive (which I absolutely loved, it was my first gaming console).
Continue reading how PokemonGo is helping me battle depression.
So a couple of days ago i updated on gran and whats going on with her. Well i doubt im gonna see her much now due to the way she’s acting so until further notice or there’s a big change – no more updates on gran. And yes I love her dearly and i know when her time comes im gonna miss her – i already miss her because she’s not the same woman from even three months ago.
So…. On to me. I’ve had to have five pages of liver function blood tests and i also need a scan on my liver. At the very least i have a fatty liver and on the other end of the scale… Well I’ll cross that bridge as and when I get to it.
My dr is amazing and said no matter what is going on, she is sure it can be dealt with. I have lost 14lbs since i was last weighed earlier this year so im proud of that considering im on four different meds with added side effects of weight gain while only one of the meds im on has the side effect of weight loss.
We’ve sold the house and the date we have to be out by is Sept 2nd which isn’t that far away when I think about it. So much shit is happening at once and…. Euch. Euch just about covers how i feel about most things now.
Where do i even start this one?! My brain is doing loops and criss-cross and…. Euch. (Also i now have no idea how to put a “break” in the post because my app updated and now that’s disappeared and i cant remember the HTML for it. Sorry.)
Ok so i moved out of gran’s because she was treating me like absolute shit. She passed racist and homophobic comments which made me very uncomfortable and even accused mum of stealing her money.
So we managed to find her a spot at a respite home for two weeks which was supposed to be peaceful. Didn’t end that way. She was constantly complaining she wanted to come home, she didn’t like it there, why couldn’t we just look after her? Everything to make us feel guilty. Didn’t work.
She came home last week on the understanding that neither me nor mum would live with her and that we cant take care of her so she would have to have home help. She was fine with that – until Friday when she told mum she didn’t want the home help she was perfectly fine on her own. Which is total bullshit. We told her she has two choices; home care twice a day or she goes into a nursing home full time and she won’t have a choice. She doesn’t want either and doesn’t (or won’t) listen to why she only has those two choices.
Her memory is totally fucked. She is denying saying anything offensive and accusing mum of stealing money. She swears blind she never treated me like shit or like a slave.
And once again…. She knows best. She knows everything. Oh and we have to stop shouting at her. Even when we weren’t shouting at her. She got pissed at me cuz i was talking to Kath and not her then snapped because mum was trying to say something. Truth is mum was counting to ten.
That person is not my gran any more. She looks like her but she isn’t acting like her.