TRAPPED

In recent posts I said that I no longer want to update and I no longer want to write anything.

Undesirable decision.

If I don't continue to maintain this blog, no one will know what's happening in my absolutely miserable existence. I'm getting so physically and mentally weak, that soon I won't be able to function. That is my foremost fear.

This recent covid diognosis has become a joke. I no longer have a fever or a cough. My only malady is chronic fatigue - - mostly from stress and lack of food. The meals that I'm given are so disgusting that I can hardly look at them, let alone eat them.

As I said in a previous post, between the bad food in Signature Health Care and the horrifying meals here in Waters Rehab. I have lost an alarming amount of weight.

Back to covid.

Despite having no more physical symptoms, they've moved my roommate out, and locked me in here - - a disconcerting quarantine. Nobody comes in here during the day, except the guy who cleans the room.

Occasionally I get my meds. The doctor doubled the dose of the Gabapentin.

I'm terrified that I'm trapped. I fear that they will keep me in here until I perish. I'm nothing but an unnecessary statistic.

One faint glimmer of light.

A doctor stopped in here the other day (a week ago?). We talked (briefly) and established that my goal is to (at least) be in a wheelchair and return home. I think his name was Dr. Hill.

Difficult to remember things lately.

Hell, difficult trying to function.

Jon

unduly apprehensive  

don't feel like replying to comments but, heck,  comments are diminishing....

(top image, surrounded by wolves)