February 16th, 2010
Last morning here.
- Did I mention that I did go down for a “happy hour” when they opened the bar in the cafeteria, and they wouldn’t let me have a drink? They called up to the nurse on this unit and she said “no”.
- I’m leaving at a good time. My roommate has started snoring and making noises at night. She’s also getting cranky. She refused her shower last week, and refused to get off the couch and go to bed. They finally wheeled her in here at 3:30 a.m. Also, yesterday afternoon when I came out of the bathroom she was lying in bed, and I heard her voice: “there was a chair in the corner! Someone took it! They better put it back or some HEADS ARE GONNA ROLL!”. Also? Talking watch. With cuckoo birds that go off 12 times at midnight. She can’t even hear it. I CAN.
- I gave my comforter to Nick. He’s been here since July with the same hospital blankets on his bed (heavy, but no warmth). I don’t have use for a single sized comforter at home, and it was only 20 bucks, so maybe he’ll like it. It’s way more comfortable, lightweight and warm than their blankets.
- Garth is going home today, too! The doctor told him there is nothing more they can do for him here, since he’s just waiting for his MRI in a couple weeks and can just as easily wait at home, hopped up on painkillers. Poor Nick, all the cool people are leaving him!
- Tom is wasting away. I visited him yesterday and will pop in today before I go. I caught a glimse of his legs when a nurse came in to do something, and he is just skin and bones. He lays in bed all day and his boney knees stick up through the sheet. It’s very sad. He’s hooked up to oxygen and the strength is gone from his voice.
- Dementia ladies (of which my roommate is one) are making me crazy. “I’m new here, I don’t know where a washroom is. Me either, I’m new here, too” (after a month). “I didn’t book a room here, I’m not sure where I’m staying! No one knows I’m here, we should call the police!” (afer a month, and many visits from family). “I think that might be my room, I slept there last night, but there is a man in there! My room doesn’t have a man.” “I think he’s a doctor or a male nurse. He’s very tall.” (It’s my dad). Mildred: “SANDRA! SANDRA!” Beth: “Sandra will be coming for lunch, Mildred.” “SANDRA! SANDRA!” “She’s coming at lunch.” “SANDRA! SANDRA!” “Mildred, she is COMING at LUNCH!” and it goes on like that, for hours, day after day.
I can’t wait to detox from fake sweeteners when I get home. I did an online grocery order of organic food for delivery on Friday, I placed an order for some supplements, (including Serrapeptase, I’m going back on that) and started up a StemEnhance autoship again. I hope I feel a difference in a few days of not eating over processed food, canned fruit and fake sugars. I’m so dizzy. I think it’s time to brew up some more colloidal silver, too, and drink at least a few ounces/day. It’s time to make a strict routine and stick to it, mind, body and spirit, because I’ve had my wake-up call of what happens when I don’t. Those days I went through thinking I’d be moving into assisted living and giving up my cats were ROUGH. I don’t want to go through that again, it’s time to get serious and get BETTER.
See you at home. Give me a few days to get settled and get re-used to my home care and clean up the clutter in my place and catch up with work!!
I love this video. The recording himself on the fly to harmonize with himself is brilliant!! MY GOAL: Peter is coming here in April. I will GO to his show. Not him having to come here and play for me again because I couldn’t go see him (although a private house concert is nice…) I will GO, to his show, ON FOOT. That is my goal.