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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
Sorry, I'm in a very BAD mood
Jon, I seem to remember that your section of the room has a window. Maybe your roommate is opening the curtain so he can see some daylight now and then? Just a thought.
ReplyDeleteHope you're able to restock your Walmart stash soon!
I'm here and I know exactly what's he's doing. Every time I make a noise, he pulls the curtain and looks right at ME. He doesn't give a flying shit about the window.
DeleteAnd the blinds are closed due to the cold weather.
DeleteJon, do you think you need a larger duffle bag? I don’t like people staring at me either! That would be a hard one to swallow what you’re going through with him. I don’t know if I could do it!
ReplyDeleteI thought about getting a bigger duffle bag, but it would be too much to handle.
DeleteMy roommate is (mostly) senile, but I try to tolerate his weird behavior. I'm just infuriated with everything here. Sometimes I sound harsh, but I can't help it.
Thank you for writing, ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading this, Jean.
DeleteAI or not, I'm loving that first image. I wish I might conjure up some words of wisdom -- or humor but I'm coming up empty. Nevertheless, I appreciate seeing your name on my feed; we all have to look out for one another.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could conjure up some humor, but I'm absolutely humorless today. It's one heckuva a journey, Myra. I'm very weary, but I'll keep pushing onward. Hopefully.
DeleteHow strange about your roommate staring at you. Have you tried staring back? Maybe he needs the Hungarian Evil Eye to set him straight! In all seriousness, you should get one of those grabber tools so you can reach the curtain, and pull it shut whenever he opens it.
ReplyDeleteHe is partially senile, and he's curious about what I'm doing - - especially when I make noises. I'm laughing (for a rare change) when you mentioned the grabber ytool - - because I thought it, too.
DeleteSorry for the typos
Delete"because I thought of it, too"
That roommate of yours would get a good ol’ Hungarian cuss out from me.
ReplyDeleteAnd a Gypsy curse to go with it.
I’ve been told my great grandfather could cuss out any sailor when his Magyar blood got boiling. And it took a lot to make him mad.
-Rj
Magyar blood is absolutely explosive and the curses are extremely potent. But curses can come home to roost. I put a curse on someone - long ago - and I was stricken by something horrible. I can cuss with words that would make satan blush....but I'll never put a curse on anyone again.
DeleteSounds like he has some cognitive challenges/dementia.... or just poor, inappropriate boundaries.... or a combination of all the above? A challenge, nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteThat's a bummer Walmart won't deliver until the weekend.
We did get slammer here with the weather. Yesterday I was on a rural road coming home from the pharmacy. My car slid into a ditch/snow embankment and got buried. The person with me could not get out of the car as the snow came up to the window.
I ended up calling 911 as by then it was snowing and the wind chill was about 20 below...and it was in a desolate area. Scary. The county Sheriff quickly showed up and stayed with us until a tow truck came and pulled us out. Whew. No more side roads until spring!!
I hope your food holds out and Mr. Peepers cools his jets. Will PT be resumed?
Paranormal John
Wow, John, you had a horrifying experience! I'm sorry you had to go through it, but at least you were rescued. Winter can have a wicked bite.
DeleteAll of my Walmart food will be delivered on Friday. I can hold on until then.
I try to ignore Mr. Peepers.
I don't know if PT will be resumed.
The last time I was in the hospital, summer before last when I passed out in the Walmart parking lot when I was with Pat and Glenn who were visiting me, my roommate was a snorer. Big time. He was a big guy and a BIG SNORER. I was going to complain until I found out that every time I went to sleep I was snoring too! So embarrassing. Oh how I hated being a prisoner in that bed with rails in the hospital room. And this was only for three days. I can just imagine what you're going through. The other time I had an extended stay in the hospital (I think I wrote about this in a blog post that you might have read) was when I was 17 years old. I was in for a hernia surgery (I failed my Army induction because they discovered I was born with a hernia) then developed a staph infection. I was in the hospital for almost six months, three surgeries. That infection just would go away. Some years later one of the doctors told my mother that they didn't expect me to come out alive. Staph infections (sepsis) are deadly, my cousin had one and she did die in the hospital. I tried to escape one with the help of two candy strippers (do you know what they were?). Young girls who volunteered in the hospital. They were going to smuggle in clothes for me but they couldn't find any shoes. I didn't think the bus driver would let me on the bus to my home with only hospital slippers. Plus this was winter (November). Also the year was 1959. I think today you can get on a bus in slippers. I just wanted out of that hospital in the worst way. I was going crazy because they just wouldn't let me out because my staph infection was contagious. Finally, after the third operation it when away and here I am today. The morale of the story is never give up hope. I almost did back then in those dreary days of the cold winter of 1959.
ReplyDeleteI certainly remember your horrifying ordeal with the staph infection. I shudder just thinking about it. It was truly a miracle that you survived. I'm glad you kept the bathrobe as a tangible reminder. I remember the Candy Strippers. My cousin Nancy was one, but she disliked it and quit soon.
DeleteP.S.
ReplyDeleteI still have that hospital bathrobe. I was just looking at it last night in my closet. I don't know why I've kept it all these years. Maybe because of the memory that I was given a second chance at life.
Ron
The operation was on the incision of my left abdomen. It had filled up with the infectious pus. They would open the wound, clean it out and then close it. The infection would return and they would open the incision scar tissue and all and clean it out again. To this day I have no feeling on my left abdomen. It's all scar tissue over scar tissue.
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