PLEASE, SHOW ME THE EXIT

I don't want to write. I don't give a royal crap about St. Patrick's Day, or spring, or Easter. I lost my life long ago. I'm no longer in the realm of reality.

I'm still in Gainesboro. My new roommate is still here. Next to me. No more insane outbursts. I think they sedated him. Name is Ronald.

I still have no clue why he targeted me last week.

To get my attention?

Throwing things at me, ripping the covers off my bed, and tossing my urinal on the floor won't win my affection.

Probably.

I can not figure this guy out. He's definitely not senile, but has some mental quirks. He's not old. Maybe in his 50s or 60s. Has grey hair. He can hold a conversation but usually just mumbles and pretends he doesn't hear.

He often says very strange things. Today he told a nurse he has an appointment in Reno. Yesterday he wanted some dishes from his kitchen cabinet. And he wanted a puppy.

I told the nurse I wanted a pony.

Humor somehow escaped her.

A few days ago Ronald was in his wheelchair and he got stuck between my bed and a cabinet. I pressed the call button and summoned  help.

This exact thing happened to me in Cookville Hospital, but I was strong enough to move the bed.

Weird things still happen.

Late last night, Ronald opened the curtains between us - - and he was sitting stark naked on the edge of the bed!

Was I shocked?

Yup.

Was I impressed?

Naw.........not much.

Would I report this behavior?

Nope. I Don't freak out. I never perpetuate drama. Especially when nudity is involved.

Change of topic.

Ronald never tells how he lost his leg. A nurse told me it was a car accident.

This is a tremendous physical and emotional ordeal. I'm sure it could completely destroy someone. I don't know what it did to Ronald.

He needs more physical therapy. Some of the female staff here are bitches. They sometimes treat him harshly and crude. Not all, but some.

I've learned to have compassion. It's not easy to discern what other people are enduring.

Well, what am I enduring?

Mostly shit.

Doctors discovered new maladies (on me) that will need more radiation therapy. Contacting my oncologist in Cookeville.

Don't want to reveal details.

My Jamestown social worker was finally able to contact my Gainesboro social worker, and they are working on my transfer.

But my new medical problems might thwart it.

Life is one endless journey through an uncharted trail of deep shit.

Don't let anyone tell you it's a journey through buttercups, sunshine, unicorns, and rainbows.

Jon, reality sucks

P.S.

Krazy weather here. Snow about a week ago....three days later, 85 degrees!

Again, I'm having problems with Blogger. I tried several times to reply to previous comments, but my replies keep vanishing. I'm sorry, Louise!