TROIKA AND UPDATE

 

I'll offer the music first. You've heard it before, but I like encores. Winter music. Snow. Sleighs. Reindeer.

The audio is crappy, but just ignore it.

"Troika", November from "The Seasons" by Tchaikovsky. I made the video and I am the pianist. Just in case skeptic trolls think I'm faking.

I'm brilliant. Why should I fake it?

(he snickers to himself....)

Christmas means nothing to me. I won't be home. I have no freedom, no life. Nothing. I'm hanging on by a thread, hoping that  somehow I'll make it.

Here I am, trapped in the so-called Waters Nursing Facility in Gainsboro for physical therapy. My insurance is running out....this is about the only place that will now accept me.

A hellish dump. Small, over-crowded, completely chaotic. No schedules or rationality. People coming and going in my room day and night. Nurses,doctors, nurse's aides, social workers, wound care,psychiatrists (I'll need one soon) - - patients yelling and screaming - - constant noise and clamor.

The food is appalling. Looks like a five-year-old devised it. I'm afraid to eat it.....but the coffee is good.

I never ever know when a physical therapist will show up. There are many. Some are crap, others are good. My legs were paralyzed, my knees won't bend. They are getting my legs to move and my knees are slowly bending.

Slow slow painful progress but I'm trying....trying...

There was a huge ruckus today about my having a doctor appointment in Cookeville at 1:00. I completely denied it and refused to go.

I kept getting these emails that informed me that I had an appointment on the 16th (today)....only providing an address...and no doctor's name.

I was VERY skeptical. I did online research and found out it's a scam.

Bogus email doctor appointments in Tennessee are rampant.

Glad that's over!

The guys who maintain my two acre property have been doing it for free, to help me out when I'm away from home.

They are extremely nice and helpful. Today I mailed them a check - - and told them to be sure to cash it.

I'm a nice guy.

But you already knew that.

Well, I hope you're all preparing for Christmas. I read your blogs and enjoy hearing what you're doing.

I'll post some Christmas reruns....and, of course, I'll keep updating.

Jon, completely depressed and miserable

but still loving you ❤️☃️🌲☃️

GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST

 Every year I post the same holiday photos. Long time readers of my blog must be thoroughly sick of them.

My plausible excuse is that perhaps new readers haven't ever seen them before.

It's possible.

This year I will include commentary with the photos. I can only imagine how thrilled and excited you are.

Me with a department store Santa. According to the description written on the back, I was two years old. I looked older because I was tall. Perhaps I was near three years old. My birthday was December 13th.

That was quite a jacket. Looks like I was headed for Siberia.

My first official Christmas, one year old. Those were the classic days when trees were genuine real pine with an incredible heavenly scent - - - - and shimmering tinsel.

Nowadays kids don't know what a tree is. Their plastic/synthetic Christmas trees come in a Walmart box with a "Made in China" label.

This was our house that year. New Jersey snowfall. My father took this photo on Christmas Eve.

I have a specific memory of that house. I was learning to walk in the living room. I fell and my face hit a sharp corner of the coffee table. I had a deep cut near my left eye. To this day, I have a scar at the corner of my left eye.

Christmas at my Aunt Irene's house (my mother's eldest sister). Me with my two cousins Maryann and Dianne. They were so sweet and truly adored me. Aunt Irene and my cousins always spoiled me.

Me and Maryann at our grandmother's house. I was getting ready to pet Grandmom's cat Mittens.

Christmas morning at our house. I don't know my age. Three, perhaps? Not maybe four?  I remember those pajamas were yellow.

Well, that was a wonderful look back in time....

but what can I do to extend this (boring) post?

I was raised in California, lived there for 30 years.

I know! We'll go to Texas!

I moved there because my retired parents moved there. Regrettably. Texas isn't exactly my style.

I lived in San Angelo. Hottest place on earth. When it's 105 (Fahrenheit) on Halloween, it's time to move.

I lived in Odessa. Wild, windy, uncouth. My parents had a gorgeous house there.  When my father died, Mom sold the house...and we moved up north, in a tiny town on the high plains - - sorta near Lubbock.

Took care of Mom for four years until she passed away.

On the high plains of West Texas, winter can be cold as a penguin's kiss ( just made that up....I'm damn clever).

Photos to enthrall you

Left my hat in the yard...and this happened.

My beloved cat Kitzee and poinsettias.

My beloved Texas fireplace

Beloved Christmas cookies

I love this prayer box, from a circa 1850 church. Purchased from an auction.

The white flowers are called snow flowers....or snowdrops....I think?

Lisa, you might be right, Dahlia ' Eternal Snow'

A Christmas Eve midnight "snack" I prepared with tea and coffee. And egg nog.

That's about it for right now.

Christmas memories....

Jon  ❤️ 🌲☃️🌲

I really messed this post up. Had to edit it.

ANOTHER....BIRTHDAY

 

Without a doubt, this is absolutely the worst birthday of my life - - - and, believe me, I've had plenty of rotten ones.

No reason to celebrate for being a year older. How old am I? Older than lost centuries long ago.....I had one helluva existence.

Ironically

Over two years ago in July, 2023, the doctors in Centennial Medical Center in Nashville, told me there was no hope at all. I was sent back to Cookeville Medical Center.

Honestly, I was so sick at that time - with cancer and heart trouble - that I didn't care.

Should I have lived just to go through the pain and suffering I have now?

Life is an extremely complex journey. That's the nicest thing I can say about it......

I've been in at least four hospitals and one...(cursed)  nursing home. Now two.

I'm like a wandering gypsy. The only difference is that gypsies are free. I am completely restricted and restrained, like a prisoner.

I'm rambling, as usual. Saying too much. It's my style....it's all I have left.

So, what am I'm doing now? I'm stalling, not wanting to mention it.

My insurance is running low. I was literally thrown out of Cookeville, after two weeks and two days.

The only place left where I could be dumped without insurance problems was the unheard of Waters Nursing Home located in unheard of tiny Gainesboro, TN.

Looks great on the Website photos. Looks like a comdemned prison from the Civil War in real.

I was horrified when they wheeled me through the filthy time-worn front doors. Everything inside is cramped, dirty, archaic, and overcrowded. The "residents" here look like they're cast off extras from the movie "Freaks" (the 1932 film directed by bizarre Tod Browning - - look it up).

So, how bad is this place? It makes Signature Health Care in Jamestown look like the Ritz.

They stuffed me into a small cramped room, with a roommate two feet away (but we're divided by a curtain. I'm by the window).

They already wanted to move me to a different room but I refused.

Everything is chaotic, no regular schedules, the workers quarrel constantly, some of the nurses are tough and nasty. But there are some nice workers.

The food is appalling. The meals are small and haphazard. Everything mashed together with no thought. And they are mystery meals. I can't discern what's on the plate.

Yesterday they ran out of food and coffee for breakfast. They gave us horrid scrambled eggs, a stale roll, and warm apple juice.

I survived a helluva lot of unspeakable things in my time. Can I survive this?

I'm getting mentally and physically weaker. How will I be able to tackle physical therapy when I'm too weak to move?

Endure what I can. Make the best of it. Try try try.....heck, battling agony is my specialty.

I'm tired of writing. It's 5:00 a.m. and I didn't sleep. This bed is uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I feel a year older.

Jon  💚

Wolves, howling at the moon.

LOST (revised)

Saturday the 13th is my birthday. I'll spend the day  in anguish and agony - - - and enduring self-inflicted imaginary wounds.

Updates? None.   Jon

Remembering all those who passed away in December.....  💜

My Mother

My Aunt Ann (my mother's sister, they died on the same date)

My cousin Carol V. Perry

My Uncle Frank V. ( age 91 )

Myra's Father

Rj's Grandmother

George G.

W.G.H. my greatest love

many others