My window is cracked ever-so-slightly, so that I may hear the wind howling on through the desert shrubbery. The music I listen to compliments these natural sounds, via the specially chosen "Odd" mix emanating from my fully charged tablet, perched on the windows recess to my immediate right.
With my increasing energy reserves I am now able to listen to music with greater frequency, even (and often) during the daylight hours. Listening to unintelligible lyrics helps out tremendously, no need to process definitions or meaning along the way. So, good for me, right?
Less Good
I spoke with the disability people (the people filing for my disability), and somehow they lost track of me. So now, the whole process has been started over from scratch. Wonderful, right? But these people suspect that within two months, or possibly six to eight months, I will be receiving some kind of something... Either $30 a month, or $120 a month… depending on factors not known. The rest of the money will be applied to my housing and other costs, perhaps including my warped sagging mattress. Although, it could be me that is sagging.
Wheels
It looks as though my motorized wheelchair request may not have been submitted either. So that's going to set things back an additional couple of months. Which may not matter so much. I rather enjoy being pushed around. No, not in a bullying sort of way, but having a dedicated CNA take me on tour through the facility is quite enjoyable.
Okay, really it's not a tour, it's just a push outside into the courtyard. And mostly it's me narrating, doing the play-by-play.. meeting and greeting other residents as we work our way down and through the corridors.
Words (uncaged thursday)
Yeah, I got totally socialized today (*earlier in the week). Multiple angles. The masses were curious as to how I'd made it outdoors… despite our Wing #1 being caught up in a total lockdown scenario. Code Red, no less. So I explained with exacting words not to be minced.
Really, it was simply all about me asking the nursing hierarchy, and them permitting. Or perhaps they were convinced by my desperate vitamin D plea. Indeed, I found additional evidence indicating additional things. You don't care. And really, you shouldn't. Unless you are a Vitamin D Aficionado of some sort (like me). But all indications indicate that muscle recovery (and getting rid of lactic acid) is greatly enhanced by elevated levels of vitamin D in and throughout the bloodstream, as well as the amounts found and stored within the human body.
Not Write
I think there's a reason why I am writing less in the past couple of weeks, beyond and besides the recent Covid Contagion. Someone close to me (yet, 1,836 miles away) suggested that my unwritten writing is likely due to my constantly being socialized now. And you know what? Crazily enough, that's likely true.
There are days where I am actively socially engaged for many hours consecutively. A soft parade of personable people seemingly lined up, or in the least, waiting in the wings. Yes, serious engagings.. sometimes deep diving bottom scraping events out of reason, aiming to suss out the truth. Other times, women's wardrobe attire, colors uncoordinated, or clash mastering in the name of individuality.
The conversations run the gamut. And mostly, I work towards finding common ground, seeing where these interesting others are coming from, and ..where they are going. I do my best not to impose my own perspective, and/or point of view, unless asked. I already know what I think. And after spending nearly six years locked inside my own brain, almost exclusively, I'm done with all of that.
So I keep wanting and wishing to write things, my continuing observations, but much of what's happening entails one-on-one interactions, personal things said, feelings emoted. So the rub is, how do I share these experiences in writing, via a blog effort. Right?
Each of us feels. Is it at all important that anyone and everyone knows how I feel about things? Perhaps it is. I don't know. But I don't suspect the people with whom I am directly and deeply interacting do not wish to have their feelings made known. So surely, that's an obstacle right there.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I am reassessing my aims, objectives, goals (or whatever the heck you call them). Anybody who's been following me around these parts, knows that I do this often. Introspection. Is that what it's called? Self-assessment?
Clothed
Thank you for the additional t-shirts, @lenora. I am now all Oranged Up! I hope you are progressing, and also hope the pain and suffering isn't unbearable. Stick with it!
Also, Angela is going to assist me next week (really, she's going to do everything herself) and put up some form of decorations / artwork in my room (from y'all). We have a plan, so that if I am to be moved to another room, everything can move along with me! We aren't going to wait until they permanently place me before livening this place up.
Take care of everybody,
Howard
With my increasing energy reserves I am now able to listen to music with greater frequency, even (and often) during the daylight hours. Listening to unintelligible lyrics helps out tremendously, no need to process definitions or meaning along the way. So, good for me, right?
Less Good
I spoke with the disability people (the people filing for my disability), and somehow they lost track of me. So now, the whole process has been started over from scratch. Wonderful, right? But these people suspect that within two months, or possibly six to eight months, I will be receiving some kind of something... Either $30 a month, or $120 a month… depending on factors not known. The rest of the money will be applied to my housing and other costs, perhaps including my warped sagging mattress. Although, it could be me that is sagging.
Wheels
It looks as though my motorized wheelchair request may not have been submitted either. So that's going to set things back an additional couple of months. Which may not matter so much. I rather enjoy being pushed around. No, not in a bullying sort of way, but having a dedicated CNA take me on tour through the facility is quite enjoyable.
Okay, really it's not a tour, it's just a push outside into the courtyard. And mostly it's me narrating, doing the play-by-play.. meeting and greeting other residents as we work our way down and through the corridors.
Words (uncaged thursday)
Yeah, I got totally socialized today (*earlier in the week). Multiple angles. The masses were curious as to how I'd made it outdoors… despite our Wing #1 being caught up in a total lockdown scenario. Code Red, no less. So I explained with exacting words not to be minced.
Really, it was simply all about me asking the nursing hierarchy, and them permitting. Or perhaps they were convinced by my desperate vitamin D plea. Indeed, I found additional evidence indicating additional things. You don't care. And really, you shouldn't. Unless you are a Vitamin D Aficionado of some sort (like me). But all indications indicate that muscle recovery (and getting rid of lactic acid) is greatly enhanced by elevated levels of vitamin D in and throughout the bloodstream, as well as the amounts found and stored within the human body.
Not Write
I think there's a reason why I am writing less in the past couple of weeks, beyond and besides the recent Covid Contagion. Someone close to me (yet, 1,836 miles away) suggested that my unwritten writing is likely due to my constantly being socialized now. And you know what? Crazily enough, that's likely true.
There are days where I am actively socially engaged for many hours consecutively. A soft parade of personable people seemingly lined up, or in the least, waiting in the wings. Yes, serious engagings.. sometimes deep diving bottom scraping events out of reason, aiming to suss out the truth. Other times, women's wardrobe attire, colors uncoordinated, or clash mastering in the name of individuality.
The conversations run the gamut. And mostly, I work towards finding common ground, seeing where these interesting others are coming from, and ..where they are going. I do my best not to impose my own perspective, and/or point of view, unless asked. I already know what I think. And after spending nearly six years locked inside my own brain, almost exclusively, I'm done with all of that.
So I keep wanting and wishing to write things, my continuing observations, but much of what's happening entails one-on-one interactions, personal things said, feelings emoted. So the rub is, how do I share these experiences in writing, via a blog effort. Right?
Each of us feels. Is it at all important that anyone and everyone knows how I feel about things? Perhaps it is. I don't know. But I don't suspect the people with whom I am directly and deeply interacting do not wish to have their feelings made known. So surely, that's an obstacle right there.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I am reassessing my aims, objectives, goals (or whatever the heck you call them). Anybody who's been following me around these parts, knows that I do this often. Introspection. Is that what it's called? Self-assessment?
Clothed
Thank you for the additional t-shirts, @lenora. I am now all Oranged Up! I hope you are progressing, and also hope the pain and suffering isn't unbearable. Stick with it!
Also, Angela is going to assist me next week (really, she's going to do everything herself) and put up some form of decorations / artwork in my room (from y'all). We have a plan, so that if I am to be moved to another room, everything can move along with me! We aren't going to wait until they permanently place me before livening this place up.
Take care of everybody,
Howard
