I've written several blog entries since the last one. Or at least, I tried to. But the words aren't sitting right, serving little purpose beyond their slow meandering into nursing home oblivion. So I am formatting this effort differently.
Meanwhile, I am patiently awaiting the arrival of my future wall art. So yes, things are soon to change in this drab room.
UPDATE: As of 0716 hours this morning, I've received two packages! But how is it that I open these packages? Besides nunchucks and harpoons, weapons are against the rules here. So I'll need to have the activities coordinator pry them open for me with her bare fingers as soon as her fingers (and perhaps the rest of her) become available.
This Week's Highlights, Events, and Antidotes (Totally Out of Order)
Keeping Tablets
I accidentally soaked my tablet in water today, so now it is officially dead to me. Unless it somehow revives itself after drying, I will be unable to make music. Or music videos (or watch Netflix). But, depending upon who you are and how you feel about the things I make, this could be a good thing (or the opposite of that).
*since Black Friday is coming I may be able to secure another tablet cheaply - How? I've already had two residents offer to buy one for me (roommate included), but I don't know how I feel about that.. being indebted to others. That's not my thing.
Point Blank
I was verbally accosted by a nurse (143pm) -
[really, it wasn't all that bad…. I am probably overreacting here]
I got wheeled in from outside so that I could prepare for an appointment that would never materialize. But as I was being helped back into my room, the shift nurse (Nurse Crescent Wrench) decided to have words with me, following me (us) into my room (from the hallway) as the CNA was busily negotiating obstacles.
"You complained that I was not there for you. That I wasn't helping you. So what exactly do you need, RIGHT NOW?"
Uh-oh. Not good, right? She was one of the nurses that skipped my feeding formula (two different times), so she was named in the detailed documentation I provided to the director of nursing. Eleven times there'd been feeding issues in this most recent 30-day timeframe.. but I had to do something.. even knowing I could be targeted.
"What is it that I'm not doing? How may I help you right now? ...since I wasn't there for you before."
As you likely imagine, I was not having fun with this. I was already feeling very poorly, physically wiped out (there's some kind of cold/flu spreading from room to room).
"I thought we had good communication. And then this happens. I DO NOT want to go on report! Why didn't you talk to me first?"
Goodness gracious, right? So I explained it as, EVERYBODY is missing my formula feeds. And then I continued on and on, unnecessarily explaining that I wasn't singling her out specifically.. while also further explaining that I could not continue missing my formula feeds.
*I think later she freaked out when she realized who I was. Yes, Howard… the soon to be crowned, King of Posters!
Both of my CT scan appointments fell through, apparently due to Mercy Care insurance problems/complications. So after this appointment fell through (no medical transport), the higher ups had an impromptu pow-wow (out in the hallway) where things were made known.
Soon thereafter, the Verbally Accosting Nurse came back into my room. Although this time, her tune was changed. She just wanted to help me (versus attacking me).
I think at some point, she realized (or was made to realize) that she f!#$@d up.
Super Cool Condensed Water / Then Brightness
While outside today, I experienced raindrops falling on my head for the first time since 2014. Yes, slightly cold and wet, but worth it.
I also watched the Phoenix Suns win their 13th game in a row. And my roommate watched, too (while QUIETLY playing his new barnyard video game). Yes, quietly.
Other Humans
The person with whom I used to be married sent me an email. At first, I freaked out (for 45-minutes). Then I actually read the email. Then I thought about writing a response (for two hours). Then I wrote a response. Then I consulted my advocate (who happened to call me, just at the right time).
All this while, I was caught outside well after dark, being savagely attacked by a hoard of bloodsucking mosquitoes. But I needed solitude. I required calm quietness.
Later...
By midnight, I set my words in stone, finally dispatching an email response that would inevitably lead to a soul-crushing retort (as did the last one did, three weeks ago…).
Then, two days later, I received a thoughtful response (in comparison to the previous unemotional "being dumped" series of communiques from a few weeks back).
I shall be given some clothing items (a pair of jeans, jacket, hat, sweatshirt), and she's volunteered to continue paying for my phone (my portion is $30 per month), so I can talk to my mother daily. She also volunteered that she could have handled things better.
Speaking of Mother's
One of my sister's is trying to circumnavigate Yours Truly, in regards to gaining access to my mother's bank account. Believing that I was no longer communicating with my ex (which until two days ago, I hadn't been), she asked the former person in my life for bank account passwords and other banking information.
Anyway, my sister won't acknowledge that I am aware of her behind the scenes actions. Nope. She won't answer her phone or respond to text messages.
There goes my applesauce connection. I guess.
Are We Sick Yet?
Everybody here is getting sick. But we don't think it's the coronavirus. No one in our wing has tested positive thus far. I've only been sick for three days now, with a mild sore throat, occasional aches, excess tiredness, and fairly low blood pressure readings (80s over 50s). Usually I'm doing 110 over 75. Almost exclusively.
Why so low? My medical advocate suspects a possible tie-in with my autoimmune system. Or the low BP could be attributed to less overall physical movement.
Eh. Not concerned.
1,000 words I've blown past -
I'm still figuring out how I am going to present my findings… re: the gifted wall art. I'd keep an "update" page up and running, except that I am often unable to affix images to this blog (error messages regarding file size). But if I find a workaround, I intend to do just that.. put on display that which I am about to receive.
Take care, and thank you!
Howard
Meanwhile, I am patiently awaiting the arrival of my future wall art. So yes, things are soon to change in this drab room.
UPDATE: As of 0716 hours this morning, I've received two packages! But how is it that I open these packages? Besides nunchucks and harpoons, weapons are against the rules here. So I'll need to have the activities coordinator pry them open for me with her bare fingers as soon as her fingers (and perhaps the rest of her) become available.
This Week's Highlights, Events, and Antidotes (Totally Out of Order)
Keeping Tablets
I accidentally soaked my tablet in water today, so now it is officially dead to me. Unless it somehow revives itself after drying, I will be unable to make music. Or music videos (or watch Netflix). But, depending upon who you are and how you feel about the things I make, this could be a good thing (or the opposite of that).
*since Black Friday is coming I may be able to secure another tablet cheaply - How? I've already had two residents offer to buy one for me (roommate included), but I don't know how I feel about that.. being indebted to others. That's not my thing.
Point Blank
I was verbally accosted by a nurse (143pm) -
[really, it wasn't all that bad…. I am probably overreacting here]
I got wheeled in from outside so that I could prepare for an appointment that would never materialize. But as I was being helped back into my room, the shift nurse (Nurse Crescent Wrench) decided to have words with me, following me (us) into my room (from the hallway) as the CNA was busily negotiating obstacles.
"You complained that I was not there for you. That I wasn't helping you. So what exactly do you need, RIGHT NOW?"
Uh-oh. Not good, right? She was one of the nurses that skipped my feeding formula (two different times), so she was named in the detailed documentation I provided to the director of nursing. Eleven times there'd been feeding issues in this most recent 30-day timeframe.. but I had to do something.. even knowing I could be targeted.
"What is it that I'm not doing? How may I help you right now? ...since I wasn't there for you before."
As you likely imagine, I was not having fun with this. I was already feeling very poorly, physically wiped out (there's some kind of cold/flu spreading from room to room).
"I thought we had good communication. And then this happens. I DO NOT want to go on report! Why didn't you talk to me first?"
Goodness gracious, right? So I explained it as, EVERYBODY is missing my formula feeds. And then I continued on and on, unnecessarily explaining that I wasn't singling her out specifically.. while also further explaining that I could not continue missing my formula feeds.
*I think later she freaked out when she realized who I was. Yes, Howard… the soon to be crowned, King of Posters!
Both of my CT scan appointments fell through, apparently due to Mercy Care insurance problems/complications. So after this appointment fell through (no medical transport), the higher ups had an impromptu pow-wow (out in the hallway) where things were made known.
Soon thereafter, the Verbally Accosting Nurse came back into my room. Although this time, her tune was changed. She just wanted to help me (versus attacking me).
I think at some point, she realized (or was made to realize) that she f!#$@d up.
Super Cool Condensed Water / Then Brightness
While outside today, I experienced raindrops falling on my head for the first time since 2014. Yes, slightly cold and wet, but worth it.
I also watched the Phoenix Suns win their 13th game in a row. And my roommate watched, too (while QUIETLY playing his new barnyard video game). Yes, quietly.
Other Humans
The person with whom I used to be married sent me an email. At first, I freaked out (for 45-minutes). Then I actually read the email. Then I thought about writing a response (for two hours). Then I wrote a response. Then I consulted my advocate (who happened to call me, just at the right time).
All this while, I was caught outside well after dark, being savagely attacked by a hoard of bloodsucking mosquitoes. But I needed solitude. I required calm quietness.
Later...
By midnight, I set my words in stone, finally dispatching an email response that would inevitably lead to a soul-crushing retort (as did the last one did, three weeks ago…).
Then, two days later, I received a thoughtful response (in comparison to the previous unemotional "being dumped" series of communiques from a few weeks back).
I shall be given some clothing items (a pair of jeans, jacket, hat, sweatshirt), and she's volunteered to continue paying for my phone (my portion is $30 per month), so I can talk to my mother daily. She also volunteered that she could have handled things better.
Speaking of Mother's
One of my sister's is trying to circumnavigate Yours Truly, in regards to gaining access to my mother's bank account. Believing that I was no longer communicating with my ex (which until two days ago, I hadn't been), she asked the former person in my life for bank account passwords and other banking information.
Anyway, my sister won't acknowledge that I am aware of her behind the scenes actions. Nope. She won't answer her phone or respond to text messages.
There goes my applesauce connection. I guess.
Are We Sick Yet?
Everybody here is getting sick. But we don't think it's the coronavirus. No one in our wing has tested positive thus far. I've only been sick for three days now, with a mild sore throat, occasional aches, excess tiredness, and fairly low blood pressure readings (80s over 50s). Usually I'm doing 110 over 75. Almost exclusively.
Why so low? My medical advocate suspects a possible tie-in with my autoimmune system. Or the low BP could be attributed to less overall physical movement.
Eh. Not concerned.
1,000 words I've blown past -
I'm still figuring out how I am going to present my findings… re: the gifted wall art. I'd keep an "update" page up and running, except that I am often unable to affix images to this blog (error messages regarding file size). But if I find a workaround, I intend to do just that.. put on display that which I am about to receive.
Take care, and thank you!
Howard
