Rosie is a cranky, mentally controlling, manipulative old bird. She has spent many a year terrorizing her family and co-workers. She is too self-obsessed and mean to have any friends.
For a long time, Rosie has used a variety of either invented or exaggerated medical ailments to get attention. It seemed to be her only means of getting pity or any sort of attention that wasn't focused on, "Why are you such a difficult bitch?????????"
For the past six months, Rosie has had a legitimate medical beef. She's been going to a specialist in our area, but blatantly ignores the medical advice she is given because that might--gasp!--make her better, and then she'd lose any sort of power given to her by actually having a real problem. The doctors give medical orders, she ignores them, and then she gets to complain. Genius! Automatic attention!!!!!
Rosie's doctors wanted to admit her into the specialty hospital twenty minutes away from here earlier in the week. Rosie refused, instead going to the little country hospital right near her hometown up north. The little country hospital finally mandated her transfer to the specialty hospital since there's not much they can do for her. I'm sure she was driving them crazy, too.
Anyway, here she is. Pythagorus is down visiting her right now, so I'm sure she's in her glory. The problem is, the specialty hospital is very good. They'll get Rosie taken care of and back up to speed, discharging her more than likely in a matter of days.
And then she'll ignore what she's supposed to do and, once again, continue the cycle.
I do not understand Rosie. I never have, and I never will. Perhaps because I've experienced some fairly significant health issues myself (including a month-long hospitalization where I cried every day for the doctors to just let me go home), I cannot imagine bringing this upon yourself.
Does anyone know a person like Rosie? Can anyone relate to Rosie? Am I just being heartless here (there's a whole novel I'm leaving out, of course, since I'm trying to give Rosie a degree of anonymity)?
And, most importantly, what is the best way to handle Rosie at this point in time?
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ReplyDeleteI've had a Rosie or two in my life to a much lesser degree-- unfortunately, I think confronting her won't work. She'll only deny it and call you insensitive. If she's a close family friend or a relative, I'd talk to her doctors about it-- they're probably well aware of her need for attention through medical crisis.
Even from the little you've shared, you're not being heartless-- the situation would drive anyone mad. =/
Good luck, hon.
I think the doctors are fully aware that Rosie is sabotaging her own recovery. The person I feel bad for is Rosie's husband, who now has to figure out if he should pursue the nursing home avenue since Rosie will not take care of herself.
ReplyDeletePythagorus talked to her on the phone this morning, asked her how she was doing, and she said, "My blood sugar is 67." He asked her what she'd eaten, and she said nothing, yet she'd given herself insulin anyway. He said he was going to call a nutritionist, and Rosie claimed that she'd been to one. They told her to watch carbs, so Rosie makes sure to avoid bread. Potatoes, however, are completely different. So is sugar. Carbs? No, carbs means bread.
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