Quote from: kristina on November 11, 2018, 08:53:56 AMWhat did they do to you to ruin your life when you were in hospital ?.......It is a long story. I have posted about it on this board before and I doubt if anyone wants to read through it again, so I'll give you the "Cliff Notes" version here:While in hospital, social services needed access to my home. I gave them my door keys and expected them to return them. Instead they put them in a key safe on the front door. A neighbour smashed it open and robbed me, taking anything of value, lots of things with sentimental value, and wrecking the place. When I came out of hospital and saw this I went into depression, mostly from the loss of sentimental stuff, and sat in the mess for months, doing nothing but spending my savings. During that time I pulled myself together enough to contact social services about it. Fearing a lawsuit they simply cut me off and left me contemplating killing myself. I have always wanted to produce a movie, and before going into hospital had at last got the money together to do so (very low budget, very very low budget). In my depression I just sat, spending money on food, and got through that money. As I am now on disability benefit I'll never save that much again. That life long dream has gone too. I have still not fully cleared up from the robbery. Fire officer visited a while back and decided that due to the state of it, my apartment is not fit for human habitation. The only reason he did not order my eviction was that he realised I am still going in and out of a depressive state, and eviction would probably tip me over the edge into suicide.More recently I have tried to get social services to help undo the damage they caused, they still blank me. And although I now don't get up every morning and consider stepping in front of a tram, there are days when I consider it. I still live in a mess, stuff thrown all over the place. And the social services still afraid to even discuss the problem that they caused.One day I may stop posting here. And it may be because I finally lost my battle with the urge to step in front of a tram. If that happens, and anyone posts an eulogy, you can say that I was effectively killed by social workers.Now somebody please post something cheary to counterbalance this post.
What did they do to you to ruin your life when you were in hospital ?.......
FYI You could freeze apple cider. The taste is slightly different from fresh but it is still very good. When it was on sale for $2.99 a gallon you cannot go wrong. Freeze three gallons and have it all of November December.
You need to have a delivery support system to bring you food, take the garbage to the curb, etc. since you will be on "no drive, no heavy lifting" status for a while. This can be a friend who stops by occasionally, or you can use one of the new services like Shipt and UberEats to get provisions, plus some grocery stores offer home delivery.My wife left town for 4 days a week after I was home from xplant (conference attendance scheduled months b4 I got the call), and I had a dog to take care of. No other household members, but I was offered fish heads and rice by the Chinese family across the street (I accepted the rice which was good), and my brother stopped by and did a grocery run for me. Walking the dog was good therapy, but bending over with the bags was uncomfortable at the incision site.All in all, everything worked out and I would not hesitate to get a transplant if my home support consisted of people who did not live with me helping with errands.QuoteFYI You could freeze apple cider. The taste is slightly different from fresh but it is still very good. When it was on sale for $2.99 a gallon you cannot go wrong. Freeze three gallons and have it all of November December. Huh? One gallon lasts me 2 days, 3 tops. That stuff is delicious.
Could you try to get some help from the Council i.e. victim-support etc. because the shock, combined with your health-situation plus the loss of money etc., there surely is an organisation/victim-charity to help?
Don't forget, you are also on the transplant waiting list right now
I have tried several organisations, no luck. Although I was given six weeks free psychiatric help after I admitted that while depressed
I had sat down and worked out a way to murder the neighbour and dispose of the body.
Actually I'm not. I'm still on the tests to see if I can go on the list. Every time they finish a test I get told "Hmm, there is a problem there, we need to do another test to see if it is too serious to allow a transplant."
Social Workers have never been on dialysis. It is like having a skinny aerobics teacher.
And without telling them when, why or how many times it may happen, they will be made to puke, pee or poop in front of everyone and STILL not allowed to leave the chair.
Quote from: kristina on November 12, 2018, 05:48:46 AMCould you try to get some help from the Council i.e. victim-support etc. because the shock, combined with your health-situation plus the loss of money etc., there surely is an organisation/victim-charity to help?I have tried several organisations, no luck. Although I was given six weeks free psychiatric help after I admitted that while depressed I had sat down and worked out a way to murder the neighbour and dispose of the body.Quote from: kristina on November 12, 2018, 05:48:46 AMDon't forget, you are also on the transplant waiting list right nowActually I'm not. I'm still on the tests to see if I can go on the list. Every time they finish a test I get told "Hmm, there is a problem there, we need to do another test to see if it is too serious to allow a transplant."
Quote from: Rerun on November 13, 2018, 04:17:11 PMSocial Workers have never been on dialysis. It is like having a skinny aerobics teacher. Part of the training for any REMF in a dialysis clinic should be "During your first week, you will sit in a D chair for 4 hours on M, W and F. You can watch TV, read, and do pretty much anything except get out of the chair for those 4 hours. If you get out of the chair, you lose credit for that session and have to do it again".
Recording, either audio or video, within Dialoysis clinics is frowned upon.
Would have had to ask the SW exactly what he thought the difference between "helpiing" and "advising" is. Guess maybe it actually amounts to DOING something.
QuoteRecording, either audio or video, within Dialoysis clinics is frowned upon. Record audio in MA without it either being obvious, or all parties notified, will bring a felony charge in MA. One guy who filed a complaint about a rude police officer and supplied a recording as proof was so convicted (see Commonwealth v. Hyde, MA SJC).
If a state has a two party consent law that is not a federal matter most of the federal law is aimed at recording phone calls not at recording conversations. The way around is to call a friend and have them listen the call without recording, that way you have a witness.
I can't believe people bellyache about spending four hours in a chair. I am on my PD machine 12 hours a day -- 7 days a week. It isn't as painful as hemodialysis but it lasts a long time.