WINTER STORM WARNING

 It can get surprisingly cold in Tennessee - - colder than a penguin's kiss.

Winter Storm Warning for Friday (tomorrow) with 6 to 10 inches of snow predicted.

Wish I was home snug in my humble house. Wish I could take photos of my snowbound property like I used to and show it off on my blog.

Instead I'm still here at Alcatraz - - - or Camp Los Diablos. Whatever.

Am I being cruel? Unfair? Unjust? Heck, it's my unpleasant nature.

Yesterday a social worker came into my room, with a pile of unnerving questions.

Her: Have you ever had long bouts of depression?

Me: Yup. I was the only three-year-old who got depressed watching Romper Room on TV. Haunts me to this day.

Her: Have you ever considered suicide?

Me: Absolutely. In eighth grade Literature Class Mrs. Rhoades forced us to read "Mill on the Floss" and had us write a report about it. Death would have been better. I'm still allergic to George Elliot.

Her: Have you ever considered harming anyone else?

Me: I planned to kill my father when I was eighteen....and there was a barber in Anaheim who I could have gleefully killed with his own clippers.

My above answers are true, but of course I never revealed them. Gotta be very careful when dealing with social workers.

See, my friends, even when I'm depressed I still maintain a sense of humor. 

( your sense of humor isn't funny, Jon)

So how's life in physical therapy?

Good and bad.

I'm plied with meds in the morning and at night. Still lasix, blood thinners, antibiotics, other stuff I don't know. Makes me groggy, jittery, discombobulated ( I used a big word to impress you).

My blood work is good, blood pressure normal, oxygen and heart rate good. Septic bed sores have just about healed.

The horrifying edema is now under control. My legs almost look normal. I was told that it's periphereal (?) edema and not necessarily related to heart failure. Who knows? I'm no expert.

The grim side.

I still have enormous back, spine, and hip problems. I've lost all the strength in my legs. Can't get out of bed without help. My right leg is useless - - can't move it.

I have physical therapy every day. Sit in a wheelchair, where I ate lunch. Today walked (carefully, usteady) in a walker. I'm admittedly terrified that I'll never walk again. Whatever.

One of the therapists, Crystal, whom I've known since my previous stay in Signature...has told me something exciting. She's a cat person and has some cats she'd like to give me.

Of course, I'd want to wait until I'm settled back home and can function, etc. It would be a joy to have cats again. I told her to keep me first on her cat list.

Well, we're waiting for the Big Snowstorm here in rural TN. Arrives at dawn. Last night it was 15 degrees (Fahrenheit).

Thanks for reading this. My luv to all of you.🧡

Jon, in a rare fairly good mood

Photos from winter on my property a few years ago. Blogger won't let me enlarge some of these. Damn!