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.

SUNNY UPDATE

I'm interrupting my enchanting and enthralling previous post, so I can give you a sunny update. A rare change from my cloudy updates.

Yesterday afternoon, Jennifer - my social worker here in Gainesboro - showed up in my room unannounced.

I was surprised, since she's always difficult to find. First, she went over all the medications that I'm taking, among other things.

Next, she gave me the monthly required cognitive test (the test that most patients here fail miserably).

I passed the test with flying colors.

You're surprised, aren't you?

I admittedly have days that I can't remember my own name, but somehow I got 100 per cent on the test.

After the test I finally had a rare chance to bring up the subject of my intended transfer back to Jamestown.

To my astonishment, she wasn't opposed to the idea. I gave her Tira's phone number (the Dragon Lady at Signature in Jamestown).

Jennifer promised to call Tira, and to keep me updated on the situation.

That's great news, but....

I have no faith that anything will get done. Everything here is haphazard, chaotic, unreliable. I don't trust anyone.

and

there's always some problematic red tape that comes out of nowhere to thwart plans. Nothing in life is easy.

I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed. Accompanied with prayers.

and

an uninteresting occurence

I purchased yet another artifact from ancient Egypt.

Can't help it. It's an obsession. I've always had a passion for antiques - and especially for antiquities. I have a collection of Medieval crosses and rings.

Now it's ancient Egypt. My acquisitions are genuine. I do a lot of research. I also know two archaeologists, one in Ukraine and the other in Canada. The Canadian is an Egyptologist. Most of the artifacts I obtain are from areas by Luxor/Egypt, which are often finds from ancient tombs.

My latest artifact is called the goddess Holly Owl amulet. I have two owl amulets. This one is approximately from 14AD and was in a private collection. Made of stone with the typical Faience glaze.

The face is worn away, but the features are still reconizable.

Jon, somewhere along the Nile

I'm still having trouble with blogger. Half of my posts disappear, also some of my replies to your comments vanish. Frustrating.