Wow!

Gemma’s World is exploding! (and not in a good way) 😡🤯

So, the last time I was able to sit down and actually write something useful, was roughly this time last week I think. Since then, a whole shitstorm of stupidity, incompetence and arrogant fuckwittery has landed in my world and I really would like them all to just fuck right off now thank you very much.

I am sick and tired of having to wait for other people to do the job they are paid to do, properly and on time, so that my son’s life (and therefore my life) can run smoothly. I am sick and tired of having to explain my reasons for wanting them to do their jobs properly. I am sick and tired of dealing with arrogant imbeciles who have only been alive 19 years looking down their orange noses at me and thinking that because they are a fucking doctor’s receptionist or District Nurse trainee, or pharmacy assistant that they know more than I do!

They Don’t! Plain and fucking simple, I have been doing this shit for 32 years in March and let me tell you, there is very little by the way of stones left unturned in my world to better aid my ability to do what I have to do on a daily basis. I do not for one moment resent the things I have to do, I do them because I love my son, I love my mam, I love my step-dad, they are my people and I am their go to for everything and anything including a blocked kitchen sink. I have no problem with the workload, I accept it as part and parcel of my daily life and I get on with it.

What I do resent is some kid in a grown up’s uniform thinking they can tell me they have reinvented the fucking wheel and actually their version works better than the original. It doesn’t, do you know why I know it doesn’t? Because their theory has already been tried and tested and failed miserably on many fronts, many times before they even came into the fucking world. One size medicine does not fit ALL for fucks sake.

So, I could elaborate and give you all details, there is little point, the list is long and boring and quite frankly endless and I might actually pop and go postal if I see the list of stupid comments, actions, inaction, incompetence and arrogant ignorance in writing. Instead here is a brief and incomplete précis of my current week.

Right now I want to physically do someone some harm for the shitstorm that has been caused in my house with my son’s mental health and wellbeing because of their stupid actions and comments. It has caused him to lose the plot somewhat and declare he is so sick of being disabled and forced to be at the mercy of these imbeciles constantly and he has had a right royal fucking meltdown.

I have fixed him, again, I have straightened his head out on the whole subject of his disability and how he feels about it, again. I have moved mountains and buried bodies in order to help him back to his normal happy countenance but it has been very hard and I am officially fucking exhausted mentally and emotionally. All of this has happened because District nurses don’t pay attention to what they have been instructed to do, what the rules of my house are, how they deal with my son, how they don’t come in and demand and order and expect to find they have seniority in my household. They fucking don’t. They are annoying blips on the radar of life that occasionally have something useful to offer albeit a rarity.

Doctor’s receptionists need to learn they do not have the right to know the ins and outs of the cats arse before they do the job they are paid to fucking do and that is transfer my call to a doctor, or make an appointment for me. They are not medically fucking trained nor do they have letters after their fucking name that declare them part of the medical profession, and therefore do not have the right to know private and confidential medical information about my son before they decide who I should be speaking to. I know who I should be speaking to, he’s called DOCTOR, he studied for a long time to be allowed to use that title. He did not come up through the fucking secretarial/receptionist rank and file. Jesus I will literally do someone some harm if this shit keeps coming at me.

Pharmacists assistants who believe (wrongly of course) they have the right to change a named epilepsy medication for a non branded generic version. NO THEY FUCKING DON’T HAVE THAT RIGHT!

This will be the fourth time in the last 12 months I have had to go back to the pharmacy and demand the proper scripted medication listed on my son’s prescription. Each time I have been told the generic version of the medication is identical to the named version. No it isn’t. There is a reason the generic version is so fucking cheap by comparison, it doesn’t fucking work even a quarter as well as the branded version which uses quality ingredients that actually do what they are supposed to do and stop fits and seizures from happening. Guess what the fucking generic version doesn’t do? That’s right, it doesn’t stop fits and seizures. I might as well give him fucking sugar tablets to take for all the good the generic version does. I am sick and tired of having to explain this each and every time to a silly fucking assistant who thinks they are more qualified than I am to make that decision. The only way to get through to them is to ask them when they qualified as epilepsy specialist nurses? Four assistants, four times asking the question, four times they confess to being dumber than shit for thinking they can do the same job as an epilepsy specialist nurse. If she is demanding that my son has the branded version of the medication, then she is demanding that for a fucking good reason, its because she knows the branded version will do the job of controlling his fits and seizures properly, and in turn allow him to live as normal a life as possible under the cirmumstances.

I am just fucking sick and tired of the long and arduous task of never being allowed to be off duty, or letting the ball land where it may in case it pops and everything explodes with it. I am tired of all of it.

Rant over… for now.