EVERYTHING I DON'T KNOW

 

I have a lot to tell and many possible updates. But presently -  and truthfully - I know as little about my current existence as you do.

Everything here is a frustrating puzzle, a wandering maze of uncertainty. I feel to be in a permanently suspended limbo.

The uncertainty is maddening and infuriating.

My insurance finally stopped covering physical therapy at the end of March. I had two choices - - being kicked out of here on my butt, or to be taken into custody with Hospice. I had an endlessly rambling talk with them yesterday, signed a frighteningly large amount of papers.

It was like forfeiting my life to the grim reaper. They don't expect me to be dying, but they sure as hell want to take my life over while I'm still alive.

What about physical therapy? It seems to be suspended....until??

I'm admittedly clueless and confounded. I feel.......disconnected.

I'm still on an enormous amount of meds.

I still have no updates concerning the biopsy of the"non-cyst" on my arm. It was sent to Florida yesterday (????why????).

When the wound care doctor changed bandages on my arm yesterday, it bled so much that it had to be cauterized. Another wound that I have bled enormously, too.

I figured out why.....

It's because they're giving me blood thinners twice a day. I told the head nurse, so she suspended them for now.

The "non-cyst" on my arm is not looking good.....without horrifying you with details, they now have me on a strong antibiotic (lexofloxacin).

I still have to take at least a dozen (or more) meds once or twice a day.

My "normal" existence has long left me, ladies and gentlemen. I am now fully suspended in the Twilight Zone.

At least my pain isn't as intense as it used to be.

Ever since I had that three week bout with the flu (or whatever) my appetite has dwindled and I'm tired all the time.

At least I finally stopped coughing.

I'm still wondering why I was moved into another room. I've heard several versions.

I was told that my first room was in a noisy location, which was true. It was right by the nurse's station and the maintenance room. 

I was also told something about an elderly lady who constantly falls down and would be safer in my previous room.....????.....

what the hell....you figure it out.

I was't told anything about that ancient munchkin in the wheel chair who let the air out of my mattress (read my previous blog post).

I presently exist by finding diversions from my misery - - like writing in this blog. And buying things that I don't need.

This new ring with an orange gemstone that I got from a jeweler in London.....and this four-hundred year old cross that I got from an archaeologist in L.A.

The cross could be over 400 years old. It was carefully preserved and is in remarkably good condition.

I'm presently wearing both.

And I bought a Samsung tablet, which I hopefully can use more often than my phone.

It was delivered yesterday. Samsung never includes things like a USB cable adapter or MicroSD card (or whatever)....so I ordered them seperately.

When it comes to technology, I'm about fifty years behind.

The tablet has an eleven inch screen, which is larger than what I wanted - - but the price was right and I had next day free delivery.

Here's the tablet, still in the box.

I can only imagine your excitement.

Thanks for reading this. I truly appreciate it.

Jon  💙  

Is it April already?