SO THE LATEST IN THE SAGA IS…

…well, I’m still waiting on the call, lol.

Ain’t that life? My whole life revolves around what’s said therefore I’m still…waiting.

Bah.

So summer has hit with a bang here in NC’ville, how about for y’all? This directly affects me because I spend as much time as I can outside. I’m not one to sit around staring at 4 walls… I don’t have a tv (permanently bed-bound, paralyzed roommate does and her sister has it set on the Hallmark love story channel…24 hours a day…guess who despises Hallmark love stories…)

Ennyway, so…outside is best. Its also quieter out here. The screamers, yellers, hollerers, moaners, and groaners stay inside, lol. They go at it, off and on, 24 hours a day. Fun!!! Gaagh.

(It also smells better outside…)

So outside it is.

How about y’all??

No IN the sun, though, cause ouch.

Now, here’s a thing I posted elsewhere that I wanted to share here. Feel free to add to it and/or pass along.

Thinky Thoughts

If you have to place someone you actually like, much less love, in a rest/nursing/rehab home…

First: don’t, unless you ABSOLUTELY MUST. But if so, read on.

Make sure you write or sticky label EVERYTHING they have there. Things have a habit of growing legs and it’s usually not to other inmates.

Ensure they have their own decent shampoo, body wash, deodorant/antiperspirant, toothbrush, toothpaste, dry shampoo, face/body lotion/cream, etc. because the facility will barely (and grudgingly) provide the very cheapest, harshest versions of these things.

Same goes for bandaids, wraps, and other things made by Bandaid, Curad, etc. (The bandaids barely stick 2 hours…)

The food will be generally unpalatable at best. They choose to purchase the very cheapest lots from food supply/delivery warehouses. Plan on bringing your loved one lots of…everything. Often. (I would kill to be able to afford delivery sometimes.)

Same goes for drinks. There is no sort of “beverage center” unless you count vending machines. Here “drinks” are served with the meal – a half cup container of super sweet oj and a half cup of watered down, super sweet cranberry juice, decaf coffee, and milk..lunch has watered down (un for me) sweet tea, decaf coffee, or milk…same for dinner. But you can have all the water you want!! So if your person likes sodas, juice, juice drinks, actual coffee, teas, etc., you will have to provide them plus cash for the machines.

If your person has to use glorified diapers, plan on providing those, too. What they expect inmates to use is of the thinnest and cheapest “quality” imaginable.

Same with the tissues. The boxes are less than half the thickness and a couple inches shorter than Kleenexes. Srsly.

If your person has pets, you now have them.

The end.

I could go on…and on…but I figure you’re tired of reading by now.

All I can say is that people with caring, mobile family are incredibly lucky — they have an “outside” advocate and are treated exponentially better, plus they get KFC and Arby’s when they want, lol. I imagine having someone come visit for an hour would be amazing but I do love getting cards!

And tag – you’re it! If you think of something to add, please do. Your mileage may vary.

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So my status hasn’t changed. Still broke and legless. Wheee!!!! Not. Sigh.

**waves with a shrug**

Well wishes definitely appreciated. And, honestly, donations, too. Bah. I hate asking.

~Mer

Ubiquitous PayPal link

Remember, I now have absolutely no money at all so what I do have comes directly from donations. Than you from the bottom of my shriveled li’l heart!

So there’s that.

Happy Coffeeying.

Bye again.

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GENERIC UP’A DATE’Y

Things…have been a mess, lol. In general it’s been a GOOD mess, but also a paperwork mess and a “nurses visit and ask lots and lots and lots of questions but don’t actually DO anything” mess and a “lots of appointments here and there and having to deal with ‘transportation’ issues” mess and a “you have some home health help but not all the carers assigned to you will be dependable or even all that capable” mess (the one assigned to help me today is barely more ambulatory than I am…), but yeah, overall it’s good.

My wounds seem to be doing ok…they’re supposed to be monitored daily but I guess having Wound Care look at them once every other week is fine…

Most of the soreness from disuse then sudden overuse has resolved itself, finally – still crutchin’ real damn slow (I ain’t stupid, much) but that’s ok. Having to sit 99% of the time is wearing on the nerves, though. I would dearly love to get back into my writing but my brain is still stress-farting and trying to hide in itself. At best, y’all would get gibberish.

In other news, have y’all heard about how True Blood is being shown on a “regular prime-time” tv channel now? It is, but…I just can’t bring me to watch it. Beehl was bad enough the first time around – why would I want more of THAT??? Ew. Are y’all watching it?

I just can’t. Plus it would probably make my doggie sick. (snicker)

As part of the “got sent home after being in the hospital a long time” thing, I finally got approved for a program called “Mom’s Meals” wherein you get mailed a huge box containing a cooler packed with around 14 portioned heat-and-eat meals that you keep in the fridge then microwave. It’s supposed to make eating a bit easier for the newly discharged. They’re…not good, honestly. Some are okish but it’s like they poured frozen vegetables into the veg side of the little tray and somehow expect them to be fully cooked after only heating them the recommended minute or two. The two “breakfasts” = a scrambled egg and half a cup of oatmeal sludge with some sort of weird syrup poured over it. The point behind me mentioning them is that if you hear of someone getting them, don’t expect them to be getting something great. It’s…easily fixed food to prevent starvation. Not truly horrible but deeply unsatisfying. But food.

(And they use whole wheat bread which I can’t stand.)

(And the 3 cute ikkle widdle juice boxes included are sized for kindergartners.)

Meh.

I do love that the home help I’m getting does the dishes, sweeps, brings in boxes, cuts up boxes to throw away (no actual recycling center around here convenient enough for anyone to take the boxes to for me, sadly), checks the mail – lots of stuff that I can’t do (cutting boxes down hurts my hands and it’s hard to do while sitting down anyway). It’s too bad that the company can’t find more reliable (and energetic?) help but hopefully things will even out soon. Either way, I’m still grateful as fuck for what help I *do* get.

(Plus if I fall and die, I know that at least someone will find Happy and Galen before they suffer. That’s a huge worry for me since I can’t afford the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” thing.)

Speaking of finances…for all the help I’ve gotten so far, none of it is financial. I’m still in just as bad shape as I ever was. Still haven’t heard anything at all from SSI/D. Still have no help with last year’s huge property taxes I still owe. Still have no help with the necessary bills – phone/internet, power, water, etc. etc. etc. I THANK GOD do have “food stamps” – not rollin’ in the sweet, sweet gub’ment food money, but it truly is a tremendous help. In that one way I feel like I’m at least getting back some of the tax money I paid in over the duration of all my working years so I’m not at all ashamed to get it now. Hell, I paid it in!

(Never did understand people being mean about others receiving government help when they need it – the people receiving it very likely paid for it with the taxes taken out of their work checks so they’re just getting their money back. And I will beat with my crutch anyone who tries to mock like single moms trying to buy stuff to make a cake for their kid with “food stamp” money! If people are hungry, you feed them, dammit. Yeah, not a fan of bullies…)

Anyway, so that’s how things are thinging here. Happy and Galen are still lying at/on my feet – to physically prevent me from ever leaving them ever again? Happy is personally insulted at all the new people traipsing in/out of the house – it’s HER house, dammit, and she certainly didn’t give all these new people permission to be here! She barks…and barks…and barks… She’s old, though, and set in her ways and is not at all used to ANYONE other than me being in the house, so I can’t complain at her. Much.

Oh, and it’s apparently Spring, now. *glances out window, rolls eyes* Happy Spring??

~Mer

This is HappyDog and GalenCat in their usual position – at/on my fake foot, lol. Figured I’d rather use their pic for the ubiquitous PayPal link photo as they’re far cuter than my fake leg is!

PAYPAL LINK – YOUR KINDNESS IS BOTH NEEDED AND HIGHLY APPRECIATED!