MY PRIVATE DISASTER

It's not a big disaster. Only a small one. Not worth writing about.

I'm going to write about it.

In all hospitals, health care facilities, there's a bedside table. On these tables are a pitcher of water.

Here's my pitcher. If you people are still awake and alert, you might notice that Cookeville Regional is emblazed on the pitcher. I'm in Gainesboro. Don't know how that pitcher got here.

Anyway

I keep a duffle bag on a chair by the side of my bed. Half of the bag contains my medical supplies. The other half contains my secret stash of Walmart food.

Get to the point, Jon. You're losing readers.

Three days ago, I was moving the table. The pitcher - which was freshly filled to the brim with water - slid off the table.

It hit the side of the bed, then the lid came off and the pitcher landed directly on my duffle bag - - which I instantly learned isn't water proof.

duffle bag

Almost everything in the bag got drenched. A new box of Kleenex. The bread. My package of Keebler's chocolate covered shortbread cookies - which I love with peanut butter. Soaked and ruined.

As if I didn't have enough problems. 

Fortunately, my bed is right next to the heater - and the bag dried rather quickly. Sort of.

Talking about heaters, it was 12 degrees (Fahrenheit) last night. 25 degrees today. Snow storms are predicted for next weekend.

I'm tired of giving medical updates. Xrays of my ankle wound were taken a week ago - - and nobody here knows a dang thing about it. The clueless people running around here scare me.

Yesterday they gave me a buccal swab, a cheek swab. DNA test....among other things. What the hell??

My guess is they want to determine that I'm a Hungarian male....not a Polynesian female. Can't be too sure.

Hungarian?

Well, I figure if there are African Americans  I can be a Hungarian American. According to my ancestorial research, I am 100 per cent Hungarian.

Proud Magyar. Cigany lelke. Soul of a gypsy.

Possible healing

When a wound care nurse changed the bandage on my ankle today, she said it looks better and isn't draining.

I'm never optimistic, but it seems the antibiotic is working.

The blinding afternoon sunshine is streaming in my window, making it difficult to see (I write on my cell phone). That's when I get migraines.

My roommate's wife, The Champion Talker, just left. She talked all afternoon - - on her phone, then some of her friends came, chattering like a flock of agitated fowls.

Thank God for my ear plugs.

Sunshine in the window, five minutes ago.

These are spectacular cell phone photos to enchant you.

Every day I am more severely depressed, worrying that I'll never walk again and possibly never get out alive. This facility isn't helping me...it's helping to destroy me.

I wouldn't want to convey my true dire emotional state on a public blog.

I try everything to eradicate my depthless depression. I pretend that I'm okay - - but I'm not.

Well hell....change of subject

As usual, I'm still collecting antiquities from Egypt. I buy them from an Egyptain archaeologist who lives in Canada.

Am I crazy? I have unique obsessions. I've had that in my entire life. My newest acquisition arrived today.

You have already seen my ancient Egyptian amulet, the Holly Owl, Symbol of Wisdom, in my previous post. Today I took some better photos.

Ancient stone carving, excavated near Luxor, Egypt.

I like the whimsical face

The owl has traces of Egyptian faience, a quartz-based glazing ceramic that was used frequently in ancient Egypt. Copper was added to produce the distinct blue/green color.

And now my latest acquisition. I couldn't resist. It arrived today.

An ancient stone hand-carved figure of the cat Bastet, Goddess of Pleasure. This large stone carving doesn't have the faience glaze. It came from a wealthy man's private collection. It is confirmed that this statue was  made before 1700, but no definite century has been established. Probably not ancient Egypt, but it's a very old antique. It has been cleaned and was carefully maintained.

It is large and very heavy. When I opened the box and unwrapped the statue, it was ice cold - due to the frigid weather. Fortunately it didn't crack or break.

It's really an amazing and unique discovery. I absolutely love it.

Hope you're aren't bored.

Well, heck, wanna see my ring?.....and part of my fingers

It's a blue/green opal. Not my favorite ring, but it's the only one I have here in RehabHell.

Thanks for reading this....

Jon, 💙 miserable but unnervingly unique