NOTHING

You might want to travel in a one-horse open sleigh.....or maybe not.

(My AI pic)

 I'm watching the news - - marveling in abject horror at all the catastrophically stricken places that got 90 feet of snow, minus 75 degree temperatures.....and massive 852 vehicle pileups on ice-laden highways - - where they shouldn't have been driving in the first place.

And here I am, imprisoned in RehabHell, in Gainesboro, TN. Gainesboro (on Saturday) received about two inches of snow. This morning (Monday) there was another inch.

Total: three. Inches.

The temperature is frigid. Today, a daytime high of 18 degrees (Fahrenheit). Tonight prediction of five degrees

Gonna be cold all week.....probably no...snow.

A problem has befallen on me (what, only one??).

My secret stash of Walmart food is nearly gone. Because of the inclement weather, Walmart won't be delivering until Friday or Saturday.

I've been eating canned chili (from the can), canned roast beef, and....of course, tuna. And peanut butter.

Instead of bread, I'm using tortillas. 

Cookies? I still like Keebler's chocolate-covered shortbread cookies with peanut butter. And Fig Newtons. Without peanut butter.

I would stash more, but my duffle bag isn't big enough.

I'm freaking out in this friggin' P.T. Rehab Prison, and it's no exaggeration. I don't trust anyone here. I fear that they will never let me out. They suspended my physical therapy, probably due to insurance reasons (that's only an uneducated guess). I'm in a profound depression.

That's why I keep writing these....blog....posts. It helps me maintain whatever is left of my sanity.

I'm not only depressed. I'm afraid. Of losing my freedom and sanity.

An Aside:

My roommate's insufferably talkative wife hasn't been here in two days, due to the bad weather (YAY!)

BUT

The nurses keep the curtains open. My senile (no exaggeration) gloommate keeps pulling the curtains to watch me (BOO!). Today, I tried to pee in the urinal and he kept gawking. So I didn't pee. I don't want to complain. I have enough problems.

It's just incredibly creepy...... and damn infuriating.

Everything in this godforsaken place is.....INFURIATING!!!!!

Jon, thoroughly disgusted

the bastard is still gawking at me while I write this!!!!!!!