The social worker just left; Mom’s hooked up through Medicaid, which means she’s eligible for respite care!
This is HUGE, you guys. It means that hospice will send an ambulance to bring her to a facility for five of the eight days I’m away on vacation. I’ve asked Bill to take two of those days off, and Samantha will come for the last un-tended day.
Phew! I might actually be able to enjoy myself!
*Edited to include: Oh, for FUCK’S sake! Bill just called; he wants to take my vacation week off so that Mom doesn’t have to go into respite care. You son of a bitch! I just spent the last month worrying about how I’m going to manage her care while I’m gone. I JUST get this settled, I’m starting to relax a little, and NOW you decide to ask for the time off?! FUCK you.*