and it appears I qualify for the services I need.
A cheerful little woman sat at my kitchen table, went over my paperwork, asked me some questions, put my information into her computer and announced that I could get the home health care for my legs and I could get someone in to do the heavy cleaning chores. Works for me.
This service is through my County. They required one family member to be present. I suppose they deal with elderly folks whose memories are shaky at best or some who are sadly living with some form of dementia. My youngest son, David, acted as the designated relative. Basically he just listened. Except when the questions concerned my memory. I allowed that it was still functioning, but occasionally I will go from the living room to the kitchen and forget why. He piped up and said that he could ask me about an event fifty years ago and I could remember the details. I guess that means I passed the memory test. :)
Anyway, it takes about three weeks to get everything set up. I will be assigned a case worker who will schedule a nurse to check out my legs and who will train nurse's aids to take care of my legs. The case worker will also arrange for the house cleaner.
The lady who interviewed me said what I already knew, that Medicare does not pay for home health care unless it is needed following a hospital stay. So there will be a fee for the two services that is figured according to income. She told me the amount per month and it is a small amount that will not in any way wreck my budget. That was a relief, as I feared I would not be able to afford this. I can.
I am of two minds about this whole new situation. I hate that I need to ask for help. And I am not thrilled about having strangers come into my home for any reason. I am a private person who likes her solitude. You, my readers, probably know more about me by now than do some of my family unless they read this blog.
But on the other hand, I know that I absolutely have to keep my lower legs from becoming infected. Cellulitis includes in some like me, open, draining wounds that may heal and may not. There is no cure and if infection sets in, it means time in the hospital, which I want to avoid. It also, if it gets too bad, can be life threatening. My oldest son, Duane, has done a phenomenal job of helping me stay as healthy as possible by doing the application of gauze pads where needed and the Ace bandage wrapping of my legs two and sometimes three times a week for nearly two years. He says he would continue, but I think he has already gone above and beyond. All of my kids are helpful, but if I can get done what needs to be done without having to call on them, then I will not feel like I am a burden. That is important to me.
I am not overjoyed about becoming involved in a government program, even if it is at the County level. But so far nobody has asked any questions that I would refuse to answer. And I found out that there are many other services available to me should I want to use them. Meals on Wheels was mentioned, but I thought it would be rather silly to request that one considering my deep prepper pantry!
So I will give this program a go. I will admit to being relieved at having some help with those things I can't seem to manage any more. I am grateful to my kids for all their help and for setting up this solution to a problem. Sometimes a person just has to swallow a little bit of pride and do the sensible thing. Not something I am very good at doing. :)
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