the case worker

Most things turn out to be less awful than we guessed.

Today's interview with the case worker was one of those.

I spent a lot of energy worrying about it and it went well. She was a pro and asked the questions with care and skill. She would look right at Miriam and ask her question. "Miriam are you having trouble dressing yourself?

Miriam would, of course, say NO, but daughter and I would look nod our heads. The case worker would look at both of us and enter the answer on her computer. Miriam displayed out all of the symptoms. It was classic and really sad both. Here she was, a college graduate, and she did not even know the month of the year.

This was not about her eligibility for help, but rather about how many hours daughter will be paid to look after her. We won't know for another few days.

Meanwhile Miriam seems to be settling down a bit. Once she figured out (I told her) the basics of the plan here, she seems to relax a bit, but not very much.

I am hoping that time will heal her terrors.

We love her.