Where to begin. Not that I care if anyone reads this or no.. This is more a means of saying what is in my head than speaking it out loud.. Trust me when I say I have no qualms of conflict, but in my situation it would lead to more a problem than a solution. So I am left with this means over all others. Hell. For all I know something I might jibber or jabber over might make sense in your own lives to one extent and might find some solace that you are not the only one going through it.. Or at least wont feel as mental. (No worries there. I am as mental as they come in some respects.)
Also no spell check so typos be damned!
I went through some surgeries a few months back. Those of you I am close to knew to an extent what they were. Once they were overwith and I went to the place I stayed at to recoup. I was told that he found himself a bonnie lass and I needed to move.. Within the week. I of course freaked a bit. Well for me it was my sort of panic, where my brain did more the work while I just tried to get over the pains from the cut-cut/chop-chop.
Ended up moving to the only thing available. A retirement home. (Hence my questions in WYE about being placed in one.) No. Far from Geritol age as of yet.. But with my unique physical condition and the fact that even though I was D.D.ed from the Army years ago, I still am allowed to draw on limited resources in that area it seemed like a decent idea.
Being here though is an affront to what I deem good or even fair treatment to the elderly, not to mention the fact that I HATE being told what to do and the workers (staff as they like to be called) treat the majority of us as if we are cattle or just another dollar in their paychecks. Daily I see one thing or another that makes me speak up (yell like a sonofabitch) in the defense of those whom can't speak for themselves, or raise some hell over some silly new rule or some such that makes no sense other than make the lives of these folks harder and their own lives easier.
Let me give a quick example that focuses on me. Not something I deal with often these days but you will see through this example the treatment given. I needed a few things done back in August. With each and everything paperwork is needed. Be it a prescription or a doctors order. This is now Nov and not a one thing on my merry list has been completed due to the 'loss' of these papers. So.. I raised a bit of Cain and insisted on an appointment to see my doctor AGAIN to get these papers AGAIN. These things on the list include (in no line of importance) a wheel chair. You that know my condition might think that this one would be logical... Not so it seems. A trip to see a leg specialist.. No brainer huh? Well these folks are the scarecrow in that department. A trip to see a shrink. As of late I have been feeling less and less empathy towards anyone. That includes myself. I can literally feel myself feeling more and more hollow each day.. If anything replaces that feeling of being in a void it is rage. I was a child of a violent father in my wee years. Swore that it was not going to be MY way. Sure.. I been in more than one pub fight in my life. Even swung in anger a few times to set off the powderkeg.. Never though have I had this urge to turn everyone around me into walking PEZ dispensers as I do now when those urges hit. I NEED a shrink.
Could go on but you can tell that these are reasonable things and I am entitled them due to my condition. Plus I waited a reasonable amount of time without complaint to get them. Now I am told today that they finally set up my doctors appointment just to get this big arsed ball a rollin again.. Only to find that they set it about mid Dec. That means that those many things I have asked for? Aye.. They will begin to come to fruition ohhh about Feb or so..... Takes time for insurances and all that to decide who wont be paying and who might think they may pay if no other means becomes open to them to put it off any longer.
Now imagine this for medications. Getting a prescription for life saving pills to some takes weeks to months at times. And the I.Q.'s of those running this. Bah.. Barney the Dinosaur seemed smarter. Another example. I recently went back to the hospital. I had pneumonia. I knew it as plain as I know the tit on a buxom lass. Went to the staff and said I needed to go to the hospital due to it. Hell.. Considering they were leaving the windows open in 30 degree morns and the heat in rooms at 80? Surprised not more joined me. When I got there I went through the usual tests. You know. Bout a gallon of piss and blood draws enough to sate Dracula. When the doctors came back with the results? They said to me 'Mr Cannonball?' (They used my name but pfft.. Sounds better like that doesn't it?) You have blood clots!
That is due to my freakin disease.. It is the reason I am in a wheel chair.. I think I already damn well knew I had them! They set me up on a heart friendly diet (which lasted so far as one meal. Come to find out 'no' is not a stop word for them but food thrown at them? Yup! That will get you back on a normal diet.
) It took a total of 4 days in the hospital before they would even test me for what I came in there for.. And they some how still wondered why it took me so long to get better?
Now before anyone that reads this gets some sort of mental image of some feeble lil man who can't lift his own crotch rocket to hit the toilet? The two prior weeks to me goin back into the hospital? I went to 2 charity events. Both were walks/runs for various sicknesses and in both I came in 5th on a 3k and 8th on a 5k, and I did that while in a wheel chair. I am also not a wuss when it comes to arm strength. Kinda need it to be me and one of the many nicknames these smartarses that work here call me is Popeye. So I am what I guess would be safe to say 'fit' in most senses of the word. Still though, even with my youth, natural resistances thanks to my disease, body being healthy otherwise.. They all but almost killed me. So now imagine your grand parents or someone else old and loved in your mind in a situation where they can at times be left for weeks with no shower, the healthiest food they have availible to them is a PB&J, pills that are either not ordered or worse stolen..
Hells bells there was a lass that passed two weeks after I arrived here. Her name was Gloria. A big ole primitive baptist sort of lass that would sit outside most days be it hot or cold. She died about 11 pm or so and was not found until 7 in the am. Now the staff are to do room checks every two hours and they even claimed they did a blood draw for her diabetes check at 5 that morn. It simply was not true. Rig had already began to settle in. The med tech on duty wanted us to believe that she had lifted this dead womans arm up and pricked her finger and drew blood and NOT known the big ole gal was dead?! WTH?!
Can keep goin on and on with examples. Don't get me wrong. Some of the staff here are good. They DO care. Not enough, but a few do. Stars and stones.. I even decided to befriend a few on Facebook and keep up with them even in their off hours. And no. I am not the sort to only chat them up to flirt. Mind you it does help at times to get things for some of the folks that live here that have no people in their lives, but I made friends with these staff members because they show that they do try.
Think I best stop chatting this page up for the moment. Thinking about what I have said thus far makes me want to do things that I ought not.. And there is only oh so many pills they can give to calm me down before I start getting 'cantankerous' with them again.