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Wednesday so far

I guess it's been relatively quiet.  I had stayed up to my usual time or so last night, then slept really well.  I woke in the early afternoon, and did some web surfing.  I have messages to reply to on AfterElton.  F. said that the moderators hadn't said anything about the "fantasy-tentacle-sex" line.  He said you'd probably have to have a graphic depiction for the mods to say something.  Hee.  I am twelve when it comes to things like that.

I had brunch.  R. said she hadn't eaten yet.  I don't know why.  I typically have brunch an hour or so after I get up.  There was no reason for her to wait for me.  She can independently eat a bowl of cereal.  Anyway, I made hazelnut coffee, and we had that.  I surfed the web some more.  R. said she had to mail a letter for tax stuff her cousin had sent for her to sign.  I told her to go ahead and walk over to the mailbox.  She wanted someone to go with.

I eventually got around to taking a bath.  I heard puppy-like whimpers coming occasionally from R.'s room, and told R. to take deep breaths.  The whimpers became howls.  I heard her calling around and talking to various people.  I finished my bath and headed to my room.  I heard a knock on the door.  "That's J.," R. said.

"What did I tell you about inviting men over when I was taking my shower," I snapped.

"I'm sorry.  M. called him and told him to come over, because I was having a panic attack."

Apparently what I say doesn't register.  Once I got dressed, I stepped out of my room.  "It's not that I don't like you, J.," I said.  "I just don't want men over when I'm taking my shower.  I want a little modesty, you know."

I'm not sure how much J. comprehended of that.  He looked a little startled.  "Go mail your letter, R."

"I think it's starting to rain.  I don't know what it's like out," R. said.  "Do you know what it's like out?" R. asked J.  I didn't hear his answer, but they did go mail R.'s letter.  Now they're sitting in the living room, with R. weeping every so often.  I don't know why she's having issues now.  She has people here, and she got attention.

I think she's better if she stays busy.  "Put the laundry from your hamper into your laundry basket," I told her.  "We're going to do some laundry."

"I will in a few minutes," R. said.  She says that very frequently.  I'm going to go chivvy her along.

Added a few minutes later: Well, that led to screaming about how she didn't want to do her laundry.

"Don't yell," I said.

"I'm sorry."

Really, I don't know what to do with her.  "We don't want the laundry to get out of control again," I said.  "It was gross when it was falling out of the hamper like that.  We don't want it to be like that again."

She nodded, but I don't know how much she took in.  I feel like I let her win a battle of wills, and now she'll know she can win.  At least I kept my dignity.  Perhaps I should have had some training in dealing with a brain-damaged person beforehand.  I'll have to talk with her social worker about what she is and isn't accomplishing.  Obviously she wasn't bathing or doing laundry before I moved in.

I still feel like R. has decompensated considerably.  I don't know how much of that is the new meds, though the old meds weren't working.  I don't know how disruptive me moving in was.  She wants me to be her friend or babysitter.  If I was being paid to be her companion, it would be different.  I'm sure she had no idea what having a roommate would be like.  I pay attention to her when I want her to do something.  I don't know if she thinks that she'll get more attention if she refuses to do things.  I'm certainly not letting her stop me from doing what I want to do.

Added: I went and started my laundry, then started the dishwasher.  I feel better now.  Later: At least I got my own chores done.  R. was whimpering and howling even after J. came over.  I asked her if she had PMS.  She didn't think so, and didn't know why she was weeping constantly.  I took off for the suburbs around 8:30, at which time she was still whimpering.  J. was there to keep her company.  I don't encourage her in her attention-getting antics.  I don't want her to get even more dependent on me.
 

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