Update? Who knows? It could be.
So I'm sitting in my hospital bed yesterday, here at Signature Health Care.
A guy suddenly comes in, wearing jeans and a T shirt, holding a clipboard.
I first think he's from maintenance. He's from Hospice.
There are so many people coming and going in my room all day and night that I can't keep track.
The Hospice nurses are nice. The men are weird. Somber. Uninspiring.
This one is dressed like James Dean, jeans, T shirt - with an icy attitude kinda like an Angel of Death (with a clipboard).
He starts the questions.
"Do you like it here? Are they treating you right?"
Heck. It's better than Hades.
He looks slightly disappointed when I give a positive answer.
"Is your appetite good?"
Yea. It's fine. When the competent cook is on duty.
He seems rather annoyed that I have an appetite.
"Do you sleep well?"
As well as I can, in this uncomfortable hospital bed. With the TV blasting all night across the hall where a 95 yr. old man resides.
He seems disappointed that I sleep.
Let me be blunt. People from Hospice don't want you to be well. They want you to die. If you give any indication that you're going to live.....they recoil like Dracula does when you show him a wreath of garlic and a cross.
I was doing quite well with the questions, until.....he finally nailed me with questions about the dermatologist.
I knew he was casually leading up to something. Like an uncertain date.
It was here that I fluffed. His grave digger charm duped me.
I blurted out that the bleeding lump was still on my arm. So far I haven't heard from the dermatologist. They're trying to schedule an appointment with a surgeon.
"A surgeon??!"
Dracula was more stunned than if I sprinkled him with holy water. Then the lecture came.
"If you are treated by a doctor or surgeon, you can't be with Hospice. We'll have to drop you."
Our relationship ended like that.
After Mr. Sunshine left, I told a nurse. She in turn told Kayla, one of the top social workers. Kayla doesn't exactly like me because I'm outspoken, but she's a hard worker and always gets the job done.
I haven't heard from Kayla yet, but I have learned that Hospice initially allowed me to have my April 30th appointment with the dermatologist.
If they refuse to let me see the surgeon , I'll drop Hospice.
I can probably get Quality Home Health Care again, and they have physical therapy.
The wound on my arm hasn't hemorrhaged lately. In fact it only bled a little yesterday. Probably because I only have about an eighth of my blood left.
So what have I been doing?
Mostly worrying, enduring panic attacks and migraines (not kidding - - I had an ocular migraine today).
Wondering if my house is still standing.....?
Wondering if I'll ever walk again.
Will I ever see my home again??
Enduring constant annoyances here in Rehabland.
I'm still making AI images which, I know, probably annoy you.
The image at the start of this post. A magpie perched on an hourglass. What does it signify??
Only I know.
I have dozens of new images. You'll see them...eventually.
I still shop on the Internet, buying things I don't need.
Chocolates, jelly beans, books
I bought another Medieval cross from an archaeologist I know. It's bronze, circa 1400 or possibly older.
As if this isn't enough to enthrall you......how about another meal that I was served....
