FRENCH FRIES AND OTHER THINGS

I'll get to the French Fries later.

I'm still unnerved over the ugly encounter I had with my psychotic roommate last Saturday night. I knew he was crazy, but I never thought he'd get physical - - in an unromantic way.

(I'm trying to be funny.....in case you didn't notice).

Today I reported the incident to my Jamestown Signature Health Care social worker, Tira (not her real name).

She gave me a number to call for help concerning my roommate.

She also said that my transfer is being held up solely because my Gainesboro social worker never sent my papers. Tira's going to contact the administration about this.

I knew the dolts here in Gainesboro would screw this up.

To be continued.

French Fries, anyone?

I was furious at the appalling lunch we were subjected to today.

Three ice cold "chicken" nuggets (it might have been chicken).

An old disgusting dinner roll.

And cold French fries, so rock hard that I couldn't eat them.

I got so disgusted that I jabbed the fries into the dinner roll.

Here's the result:

I told the young lady who took the tray to make the cook eat it. She thought it was funny.

Perhaps I'm getting deranged.

Naw. Not a possibility.

Two books that were delivered here last Thursday, were finally brought to me today.

I have been faithfully reading the Farmer's Almanac since I was about sixteen. In recent years I forgot it. I decided to order it. No longer $2.95. It was over $8.00. I love the fact that the Almanac never changed......except for the price.

I have all of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books. And a 500 page book of her letters. She was an extraordinary lady. This book is a compilation of the journals and letters that she wrote when she traveled.

Few people know that she lived in the Missouri Ozarks for 64 years. She and her husband Almanzo built a wonderful house all by themselves. It's now a museum and is kept exactly as it was when she lived there (in Mansfield, MO). I visited there numerous times, when I lived in the Ozarks (with my errant lover.....which is another long story that you wouldn't want to hear).

Okay, you've all seen these, but I took new photos (which didn't turn out very well).

Some of my artifacts from ancient Egypt.  Purchased from an archaeologist and Egyptologist in Canada. These items were excavated near Luxor, Egypt, and the date is approximately 14 AD or 13 AD. From a private collection.

I have two Holly Owl amulets, symbols of wisdom.These are all made of stone with traces of the typical Egyptian faience glaze.

My favorite, the cat Bastet, Goddess of Pleasure

An ancient scarab - - mounted on copper in the 1920s. I put it on a black chain.

I have several more, but I'll spare you.

Why the heck do I purchase these things? I love ancient artifacts. I like to hold them, gaze at them. They give positive vibes.....which is what I need.

Jon, escaped to Cairo🐪🐪🐪

❤️ why do I always use these hearts? 

When I think of you, I feel love ❤️

 

THE INSANITY CONTINUES

 

It's Palm Sunday. I no longer keep track of these things. Long ago I used to love Easter week.

Now, the grim ruthlessness of my endless medical confinement has completely robbed me of every semblance of reality. There are no seasons here, nor any weeks or days. Continuous confinement expunges everything.

Updates?

I'll try to inform you. I honestly know as little about my situation as you do.

It's all an enigma - - - ironically as my enigmatical self.

My right arm is very sore, it's annoying (agony, really) to type. Remember the cancerous "wound" on my arm.....the one that bled and hemorrhaged for months? Radiation treatments stopped the bleeding.

The wound, which was healing nicely, has suddenly enlarged....and is bleeding again, but not much. And a new lump has emerged very near the wound.

I have an appointment with my oncologist in Cookeville on Friday the 3rd.

I'm too exhausted to care.

Remember Ronald, my new deranged one legged roommate? He got worse last night.

Our beds are two damn close. The curtains that "seperate" us seem to annoy him. He keeps opening them (I can't reach them).

A photo of his bed from my bed

He is able to sit on the edge of his bed and open the curtains. Annoying, of course, but I simply got used to it. I ignored him.

Late last night (Saturday) he started to freak out. He started to call me Bill.

"Bill! Bill, you gotta wake up! They're coming for us!"

I informed him I'm not Bill. I tried to sleep.

SUDDENLY

(I used capitals to maintain your interest)

he was at the side of my bed, grabbing my arm, demanding he wanted his radio!

Holy Shee-it! How did this one legged psycho get to my bed???

He kept saying he wants his radio, and I had it for sixteen minutes!

(I swear to God, that's what he said).

He tried to take my cell phone, but I pried it from him.

Then, he grabbed the control box for my bed, thinking it was his radio. And he got my call button!

This isn't a good pic, but that's the remote box to control my bed. The long white thing is my call button.

I had to struggle with him to get the remote box and the call button.

He was on the floor. I tried to calm him down. I asked if he was hurt. I told him I'd get someone to help him.

I pressed the call button multiple times.....knowing damn well that I was getting help for myself.

Two very hefty female workers came quickly. The biggest, toughest one grabbed Ronald and literally slammed him into his bed!

I felt the "ouch".

This is getting too long.

They moved my bed out of reach from Ronald (like they did on the first night when he harrassed me).

Now I'm inches from the window, blocking the cabinets, and I can't reach my duffle bag - - which contains EVERYTHING I need.

More photos to enthrall you and make this blog post even more intriguing than my fantastic writing.

 

I'm inches from the window

I'm a few feet away from Ronald

I'm blocking the cabinets, and my duffle bag is under that pillow

Is this a happy ending? Hell, no!! I don't feel safe at all. Who knows what kind of mental problems Ronald had before he came here. Is he dangerous? Holy crap, Heaven knows I don't need any more problems.

I had planned to write about other subjects.

What about my transfer to Jamestown???

I haven't heard anything....but I'm going to inform my Signature Health Care social worker about this incident. I want it to be on record.

Thanks for reading this. I love all of you. ❤️

Jon, courageously battling deranged roommates

Just for the record, this is where I am - - I disliked this place from the very beginning.

Waters Rehab and Nursing Home

1340 N. Grundy Quarles Hwy

Gainesboro, TN 38562

Rm 04-B