PLEASE, SHOW ME THE EXIT

I don't want to write. I don't give a royal crap about St. Patrick's Day, or spring, or Easter. I lost my life long ago. I'm no longer in the realm of reality.

I'm still in Gainesboro. My new roommate is still here. Next to me. No more insane outbursts. I think they sedated him. Name is Ronald.

I still have no clue why he targeted me last week.

To get my attention?

Throwing things at me, ripping the covers off my bed, and tossing my urinal on the floor won't win my affection.

Probably.

I can not figure this guy out. He's definitely not senile, but has some mental quirks. He's not old. Maybe in his 50s or 60s. Has grey hair. He can hold a conversation but usually just mumbles and pretends he doesn't hear.

He often says very strange things. Today he told a nurse he has an appointment in Reno. Yesterday he wanted some dishes from his kitchen cabinet. And he wanted a puppy.

I told the nurse I wanted a pony.

Humor somehow escaped her.

A few days ago Ronald was in his wheelchair and he got stuck between my bed and a cabinet. I pressed the call button and summoned  help.

This exact thing happened to me in Cookville Hospital, but I was strong enough to move the bed.

Weird things still happen.

Late last night, Ronald opened the curtains between us - - and he was sitting stark naked on the edge of the bed!

Was I shocked?

Yup.

Was I impressed?

Naw.........not much.

Would I report this behavior?

Nope. I Don't freak out. I never perpetuate drama. Especially when nudity is involved.

Change of topic.

Ronald never tells how he lost his leg. A nurse told me it was a car accident.

This is a tremendous physical and emotional ordeal. I'm sure it could completely destroy someone. I don't know what it did to Ronald.

He needs more physical therapy. Some of the female staff here are bitches. They sometimes treat him harshly and crude. Not all, but some.

I've learned to have compassion. It's not easy to discern what other people are enduring.

Well, what am I enduring?

Mostly shit.

Doctors discovered new maladies (on me) that will need more radiation therapy. Contacting my oncologist in Cookeville.

Don't want to reveal details.

My Jamestown social worker was finally able to contact my Gainesboro social worker, and they are working on my transfer.

But my new medical problems might thwart it.

Life is one endless journey through an uncharted trail of deep shit.

Don't let anyone tell you it's a journey through buttercups, sunshine, unicorns, and rainbows.

Jon, reality sucks

P.S.

Krazy weather here. Snow about a week ago....three days later, 85 degrees!

Again, I'm having problems with Blogger. I tried several times to reply to previous comments, but my replies keep vanishing. I'm sorry, Louise!  

SPOOKY NIGHT, GENUINE FEAR

 I had written a new blog post yesterday. After the very unnerving incidents that happened to me last night, I deleted that new post. I feel compelled to tell you about what is happening to me lately here in Gainesboro at Waters Rehab.

I now fear for my safety, and I'm not jesting.

I came to Gainesboro in December. Since then, I've had four different roommates.

Roommate #1

Sammy, a former drug addict and ex con. I didn't care about the poor guy's past. The problem was, he had very erratic behavior. Yelling,  cursing, throwing tantrums. He constantly peed in his bed. The urine would flood the floor and eventually flowed under my bed. Not exactly pleasant.

I never complained about Sammy, but he was  (mercifully) transferred to another room.

Roommate #2

Leo, who had dementia. His wife was the woman who talked incessantly. When I got to know her, I really  liked her. She was a good woman. Unfortunately, Leo passed away.

Roommate #3

Glen, a polite and quiet man - - but he had a major memory problem. He kept coming over to my side of the room, looking in all the closets for the restroom. I told him the toilet was on the other side of the room. And I pleaded for him to be very careful, since he had a habit of falling. I kept my "call" button handy, in case he needed  help.

One night I awoke from a sound sleep. I was startled to see an old man, clad in white, standing at the side of my bed. I initially thought it was a ghost. It was Glen, looking for the restroom! This happened numerous times.

Glen was moved to another room. He's a nice guy....but weird.

Wait, my good people. You ain't heard nothin' yet!

Roommate #4

I don't know his name, but the man is completely insane - - crazier than a bed bug.

It would take an extremely loooong blog post to tell all the bizarre things he does. It started with minor (??) things - - like throwing food trays, pooping in his bed, shouting and calling for unknown people.

Then...........

his insanity was focused on me!

As you probably know, I always wait until late at night to do things I need to do - - - like shave, wash my hair, eat my stash of Walmart food, brush my teeth, etc.

Last night, a spooky atmosphere prevailed. Severe storms, lots of thunder, lightning, and torrential rain.

Soooo...

While I was eating my Walmart food, my demented roommate ripped open the dividing curtains between us. He sat on the edge of his bed, and stared at me while I ate.

I was extremely uncomfortable, he had a diabolical look on his face.  I completely ignored him.

After I ate, I tried to shave. He kept gawking at me....and suddenly started throwing things at me! Tissues, plastic cups, a fork.....

this really upset me, but I kept ignoring the cretin. He suddenly closed the curtains between us.

I tried to resume my tasks when

I felt something tugging the blankets on my bed. I looked down and saw his long bare arm, sticking out from the curtains, pulling the blankets off my bed! I couldn't believe it! And how the hell could he reach that far??

I yelled!

While I was yelling, the bastard somehow grabbed my urinal, which was hanging on the side of my bed.

I was absolutely stunned.

He squished the urinal (it's made of plastic) and threw it on the floor!!! Thank God it was empty.

These insane antics terrified me. I pressed the emergency call button...praying he didn't have a knife.

Nurses and workers came into the room. They offered to move my bed to a different room, but I refused. Why the hell should I surrender?

They moved my bed as far from the "roommate" as possible. He wouldn't be able to reach me because he only has one leg and can't stand up.

One of the workers here had pre-warned me that my new roommate was a one-legged monster, but I took it lightly.

I was hesitant to sleep last night for fear he might kill me - - single legged or not.

Now, this morning (Monday) he threw a tantrum and started smashing everything in his reach.

I don't know where they took him, but he's presently out of this room.

I'm exhausted and tired of writing. More later....if I survive.

Jon, 

baffled, flustered, confounded, unnerved, enraged.....(hell, you can fill in the blanks)

I didn't edit this post and I don't care.