The Social Worker

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Hospice didn’t show again. I simply left a message. So bright and early this morning the social worker showed up. No phone call, no appointment, just open the front door and come on in. I was in bathing my brother and thought perhaps my sister came very early for his birthday. It was 4:00 am. She came in the bathroom and asked what I was doing.”I am bathing my brother. Could you give him a little privacy please?” So she moved outside of the bathroom and asked why I was bathing him in the middle of the night. I said, “perhaps you should take a few minutes and read the file before you come through the front door at 4:00 am asking questions.” “As soon as we are done with this we will be out in the living room and then we will be having breakfast. Are you going to join us?” “Why would I do that?” “I cannot be sure why you do anything you do, still it’s rude to eat in front of others and he needs his medication and food right away. I would be happy to make enough breakfast for all of us if you are planning on staying.” She said she would wait in her car. As soon as she went to the car and I got my brother dressed he went and locked the front door. Clearly I am not going to have the day I had planned.