WHISPERS AND PRAYERS

A slight disagreement with the night attendant- - an elderly man with a dour temperament.

I told him I didn't get my antibiotic injection tonight (Saturday). He said I did.

Note - - I called it a virus, but it's a bacteria infection

I'm required to get ten injections. So far I got four. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. No Saturday.

I'm neither senile nor crazy (not yet, anyway). I keep track of things. Well hell, let them figure it out.

Several ghastly things happened yesterday (Saturday) but I'll only mention one.

I skipped lunch, due to stomach problems. When dinner came, I decided to eat. A turkey, cheese, and bacon sandwich - - with French fries and a tomato salad.

I just started to enjoy the meal when

Suddenly

the sleeve of my hospital gown was soaked. Blood was gushing from my arm "wound" (I'll call it that, although it's really.......)

I pressed the call button for help. Two nurses attended to my wound.

I've had this bleeding monstrosity since April. I'm so disgusted that I don't give a damn. With my left hand, while they worked - - I continued eating!

NOTHING is going to ruin my meal.

BUT my hospital gown had to be changed TWO times due to the blood.

When they finally finished putting 300 yards of bandages on (slight exaggeration), I finished my meal.

I could say a lot more, but to hell with details.

I might be able to see my oncologist next week - - but what good will that do? He's not a surgeon. He'll (possibly) look at it.

It's waste of time......of which I haven't much left.

I want to go home to the great respite of the forest - - where the wind whispers through the trees with prayers of reassurance.

I've been having strange dreams - - of my parents - - - of being able to walk again.

My mind is subtracting the present, resurrecting the past.

Why am I revealing this?

I'm fervently and faithfully doing leg excercises in bed.....it's the only hope I have........besides prayers.

Praying

I might see my home again

For now, it's only photos

I only have to step outside to see these views.....and the seasons.... all on my property....

Spring blossoms

Summer

Winter

Autumn

And other times

 

Jon, remembering  🤎

(I posted too many photos)

THE INSANITY CONTINUES

Insanity? Not at all. That was an exaggeration for dramatic effect.

Every day is an adventurous joy.

Last Saturday night the (cancerous) "wound" on my upper right arm bled so much, that the bandages had to be changed three times.

Three. Count 'em.

The wound care team tended to my physical malfunctions on Tuesday - - and they always do a lousy job of bandaging. It bled through the bandages on Wednesday - - and this morning (Friday) the blood was seeping through.

Nothing bothers me any more. After two years dealing with serious physical ailments, I'm completely desensitized. I've been through more hell than you could imagine.

Remember

that horrifying morning on June 1st, 2023, when I was so desperately ill that I managed to call 911 and then passed out on the front porch.

(my cat Bosco stayed with me until the ambulance came. That's the last time I ever saw him....)

Bosco (now deceased) on the porch where I passed out

I'm way off course. Let's get back to my present situation here at Signature Health Care (see my previous post).

So far, I was transferred to three rooms here. 604, 609, and 402.

 I had a slightly challenging time getting used to 402 - - with the flies, bizarre roommate, and complete lack of privacy.

Then......

it might have been Wednesday (my mind is muddled) a nurse's aide burst into the room and told me I was to be transferred to another room.....isolation!!

What the hell?????

She breathlessly tried to explain (unsuccessfully) and then decided (mercifully) to call a nurse.

I was completely unnerved.

The nurse tried to explain but I still didn't absorb the essence of it all. Somehow someone had taken a swab sample of one of my wounds (let's not go into details). It contained some kind of "virus" (or something).

It's not contageous, but as a precautionary measure I need to be in isolation for ten days.

And

I need to get a shot in the ass with antibiotics for ten days.

Another fantastic adventure.

SO........

they wheeled my bed quickly down several halls and took me

(are you ready for this?)

to my former room - 609!!!! It was completely empty.

And I'm not exactly isolated. The staff on this ward was delighted to see me again (because I'm so sweet, pleasant, and humorous). Anyway, everyone has to wear gloves and plastic gowns when they enter my room.

So far, I got three shots in the ass.

Seven to go.........?

BTW  There's a rumor going around that I might see my oncologist (from 2023) on Monday.

Who knows. Your guess is as good as mine.

Jon ❤️ isolated

Somewhere in the Twilight Zone

don't isolate me....luv your comments