A resounding HELP!!!
(should the parrot yell for help?)
Every day I wake up wondering how much worse things can get. And every day things get worse.
I was very apprehensive this morning when a cleaning team came in and put clean sheets and blankets on the empty bed next to me.
I knew my former roommate wasn't coming back (it was a relief to know he would't be there crapping and peeing in bed, burping, puking, farting,etc).
They soon brought a new roommate in. He was quiet, seemingly benign.
THEN, then then then
a woman burst into the room, probably his wife? She LOUDLY announced that she would be staying with him - - all day and all night!
She immediately took charge of everything - - moving the furniture around, shouting about what's wrong with the room. She started bossing the staff and telling them what they should be doing.
I was stunned.
Then.....
She started talking, and talking, and talking. She talked incessantly without taking a breath. The words kept spilling forth, like the release of winged demons from hell.
I swear that I never ever heard anyone talk that much in my entire life.
I was agast when she said that she brought water from home, because she didn't want him to drink water from here!
I was reeling in shock, feeling like I was suddenly hurled into a diobolical realm beyond reality.
Talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking
(how could she talk with that mask on?)
I am a man of very few words. I'm always quiet. I keep most of my thoughts to myself. I learned early in life that it's very dangerous to say too much.
I'm also a devout pacifist. I abhore any kind of violence.
But
I SWEAR TO GOD ALMIGHTY
I could gleefully and guiltlessly kill this woman with my bare hands, without any sense of remorse.
Silence is golden.
GOOD NEWS! The night nurse politely kicked her out! Said that visitors can't stay overnight. Amen.
Let's move on to other things.
The wound care nurse looked at the "wound" on my ankle and was extremely concerned. She said that the wound is so deep that she saw the bone. No wonder I'm in agony.
They took xrays today and I will be given antibiotics.
This post is getting too long.
I'm a man of few words, but my writing is annoyingly verbose.
Admit it - - where else could you find such free entertainment as mine? I'm half dead, trapped in a hell hole, and still have my sense of humor. And it isn't often that you'd come across a blogger who admits he could commit murder.
Let me take you to dinner, boys and girls. This is tonight's mystery meal.
I do see peas and carrots, but....what....?
Anyway, I got a delivery today from Walmart - peanut butter and cookies.
My next delivery will include ear plugs.
Jon ❤️
Speechless
(top picture is an old AI image that I made a year ago)
As if things weren't horrible already! ❤️
ReplyDeleteJean, it's a never-ending nightmare, but I'm trying to keep pushing foreword.
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Oh Jon! Every time I've been in the hospital sharing a room I've had similar experiences that you had with this woman. My visitors are always quiet, not so with my "roommate's" visitors. First the WHOLE family comes in like it's a picnic. Mom, grandma and the grandkids who think they're on a picnic. The time I was in for my torn quadriceps muscle I finally had a room to myself. That didn't last long. In the middle of the night they bring this guy in who had fallen and broken his hip. He's screaming bloody murder at the top of his lungs as they tried to slid him off of the plywood board they had brought him on. Then while he was there the whole rest of the night he waiting and moaning and demanding. I've never had a room with a quiet roommate. Never. I feel your pain Jon. And that food (?) they're serving you. WTF? I have no idea what the "protein" was. Scrapple? Probably not, that's a "delicacy" (which I happen to like) that is only available in this part of the country).
ReplyDeleteKeep those AI images coming Jon. We all love you and are rooting for you to go home to your peaceful Tennessee mountain home.
Ron
I can certainly identify with everything you said, Ron - - especially when the entire family comes in like it was a picnic. I was alone in my room at Signature. Here it's like a freak circus. I didn't exaggerate about the woman talking. She absolutely doesn't shut up.
DeleteThanks, Ron. Big hugs. 💚
I think of you often Jon. Sometimes I wish I was one of those superheroes who could put on his cape and fly in and rescue you from your rehab prison hell hole. I know how important it is to you to be independent and living your life in the quiet and peaceful solitude of your hillside mountain home.
DeleteI wish you could fly in and rescue me. With the wound on my ankle and my swollen left knee, I don't know when they'll resume physical therapy. It will take forever.
DeleteWhere are the potatoes? Looks like they've given you smoked sausage or kielbasa, burnt to a crisp ?
ReplyDeleteThose annoying family-member visits are the worst, especially the loud chatty ones . They have no consideration for the other patient in the room.
Hoping your physical therapy helps,keep on pushing Jon, it's your only option to return home.
Jo
I tried to eat them. I initally thought they were sausages, but they were't. They were some kind of meat, burned to a crisp.
DeleteThis family member is beyond endurance....and the patient is getting worse. He keeps opening the curtains so I don't have any privacy. It is getting worse, Jo, but I'll keep...trying. ❤️
Oh m'gosh, someone needs to remind that woman to use her 'inside voice.' (Suppose she's enjoying having an audience?) Her poor husband is probably delighted to be away from her, even for a little while.
ReplyDeleteI'm adding your ankle wound to my prayers. Please keep us updated!
I think she loves hearing herself. She's her own audience. Her husband is senile, and I think she helped him getting there.
DeleteThank you for mentioning my ankle, I'm really worried about it. I will keep updating. ❤️
Honestly, I had more trouble dealing with families than patients...even in psych. I used to say...the wrong one is in here!
ReplyDeleteThose mystery meals are stuff of nightmares. I'm glad you got a delivery from Walmart. At least the peanut butter has protein, which is essential for healing.
I applaud your ability to maintain humor. Dear God...you need it there. I thought Signature was bad...now it's looking like the Ritz Carlton...sort of.
Keep the supply of peanut butter coming. Ear plugs a bonus. Jon, there's a book here!
Paranormal John
You're absolutely right. Most of the families are worse than the patients. In fact, the patients in psych. were probably "driven" there by family members.
DeleteI'm going to eat lots of peanut butter and other things. The "meals" they serve here are disgusting. Yup, Signatue is the Ritz in comparison.
Thanks, John
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It looks like a slice of chocolate cake.
ReplyDeleteMaybe if you squint (?)
Lisa❄️Posh❄️Whiteface
It was burned to a crisp, but I could pretend it was chocolate cake. I wish I could squint and make everything disappear.
DeleteHugs to you and kitties.
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There's no sense saying that "things couldn't get any worse" Jon because invariably they do. Good for that night nurse in tossing out that noisy woman.
ReplyDeleteIt was a blessing when the night nurse tossed the talker out. I imagine she kept talking all the way home.
DeleteEvery day is an adventure here. 😮🩵
It seems your rommate just shuts his annoying spouse out of his mind.
ReplyDeleteJon, don’t be afraid to tell the staff if that spouse comes in and disturbs you with her chatter. They do have the right to throw people out who disturb patients.
The staff should be more proactive with annoying guests, at least the night nurse told her she had to leave.
Sending good vibes your way, -Rj :)
I am always hesitant to complain about anything. I have ear plugs, which help to keep my sanity. And lately she's spending less time here.
DeleteI need good vibes.
Thanks, Rj 💚