YESTERDAY

Yesterday morning I was rudely awakened by a nurse's aide shouting "I gotta swab the shit outta their noses!"

This was a sweet and subtle  reference to the covid nose swabbing test.

Thought I was next.

Thankfully I wasn't swabbed by a hostile, irate woman.

(smile inserted here)

Many of the female workers here remind me of Brunhilde and her gang, in Wagner's opera Die Walkure.

Wearing viking helmets with horns, brass boobs, holding spears.....screeching loudly.

Well, this a rather kind representation of Brunhilde.

This is much more like it.

I noticed that every one of the female workers here are covered with multiple tattoos. This doesn't bother me, but......what if it's some sort of secret cult? Perhaps they're planning to use me as a sacrifice to Lucifer or something?

Fertile imaginations go rampant when given enough time in isolation.

Things are changing around here in covid quarantine.

The early morning workers treat me as if I have the bubonic plague. They come in wearing plastic space suit gowns and masks. When I finish breakfast, they take the tray - - dishes, silverwear, cups, EVERYTHING - - and dump it in the specially designed trash bin.

NO, I am not jesting. Here's the trash bin..

After the morning workers leave, the day shift treats me more like a normal human being. They enter my room without masks or gowns....and show no fear of my presence.

Go figure.

I've been faithfully trying to do all of the in-bed leg excercises that the physical therapist showed me, but extreme pain has been impeding my efforts.

The knee on my left leg is swelling again. Worst of all is the unbelievably bad "wound" on my left ankle. It started out long ago as a pressure wound, and became a massive lesion.

It now has deepened to the bone. Worst of all, it is located directly on a nerve. The pain is beyond excruciating. And even worse than that, it's located on the back of my ankle - - very difficult to see.

The wound care people have to keep lifting my left leg with the bad knee. Between the ankle wound and my swollen knee, the pain is beyond endurance.

This is no exaggeration. I have to fight from passing out. When wound care leaves, I'm in intense pain for hours. The pain meds are worthless.

Sorry if this is getting boring. Am I telling too much?

Let's move on to gastronomical delights.

The food here is appalling. Remember the "meal" they gave us on New Year's Eve?

Well, every meal is a mystery surprise. This (below) is the dinner they served last night.

Looks good! Let's all put on our thinking caps and try to guess what it might be.

I suppose I should be grateful for what I have, but what I have isn't exactly what I want to have to be grateful for.

That looks suspiciously like the same ham they had on New Year's Eve.

When I was in Signature at Jamestown, I ordered food from the Walmart deli. That's because Walmart was a mile away.

Here in Gainesboro, the nearest Walmart is thirty miles away. I can't order perishable food, only shipped items - - like cookies, candy, peanut butter....etc.

Well

should I tell more, or let you ponder the fascinating information that I devulged in this post?

Methinks I should let you ponder, dear friends.

Jon ❤️

somewhere in the Twilight Zone