Tuesday 6/6/23
12:21a.m. I’m still in my wheelchair. This makes over eighteen hours. I’m too tired to be pissed I wanted to go to bed at eleven. I told that to the aide but she never came back. I went to the nurse’s station and they were all sitting in their chairs. Is it any wonder why I get mad at this place?
You watch they will keep me up until one. Then they will get me up at 5 or 5:30. I will be lucky to get four hrs sleep. I’m so wound up now from being mad I’ll be lucky to get that much Boy am I mad! I should of gone to bed when I was first asked at ten But that was just too early for me
I had a good day yesterday until they pulled this shit on me. To make matters worse I haven’t been changed all evening. I think I’ve been sitting in urine and feces since after lunch yesterday But I didn’t get really upset about this until after supper. Chocolatechip says they could check on me every two hours. But they don’t do that.
Well I take that back. Aides came to put me to bed a little bit ago. But still they should have checked to see if I needed changed. Also I’m worked up so much I don’t think I can sleep.
5:11a.m. I’m above the dirt. I was right. The bot me up at five after less than four hours sleep. The aide asked me if I wanted to get up this early. I said yes. It was either that or spend half the day in bed. She said she didn’t want me complaining later. In a way she was right. I should have gone to bed at ten last night.
Surprisingly I don’t feel tired. I did manage to get some sleep. But it was not enough. Nurse came in first with morning meds. She woke me up from a very sound sleep. She was followed by the aides who changed my briefs and got me out of bed. I don’t feel cranky or bitchy. I am fine this morning.
I called Chocolatechip. Ok she is usually up by five. But I guess not today. I just wanted someone to talk with. I guess she is still asleep probably resting from a the bad night of yesterday. I won’t call again until after seven.
In the meantime I can finish my book I have about thirty pages to go. Then I can start on my next Akhil Reed Amar book The Words that Made Us: America’s Constitutional Conversations, 1760-1840.
10:15a.m. I am having a typical morning. I had a good breakfast of pancakes and scrambled eggs. The Food was good and the coffee hot. That was on the plus side. On the negative side I haven’t been changed since 5am.
I am in the Fiesta Room. They are having morning exercise. I would like to participate. But I had less than four hours sleep. I’m going to need extra coffee to function. I only had one cup with breakfast.
I talked with Chocolatechip. She had a good night. Chocolatechip has a CMP appointment this afternoon. She was Gettysburg ing ready for it plus doing her usual housework. Chocolatechip was in good spirits. Nobody knocked on her door or rang her buzzer. She reported that she did not see any bed bugs I was happy for her
I got my second cup of coffee for the day! It is nice and hot . I’m feeling better already.
12:48p.m. I am back in my room. I had three cups of coffee. I also had lunch which I didn’t like. They served two chicken tacos and a cup of corn. I’m pretty full ond bloated. I also had a very bad bout of depression. I think lack of sleep and proper care brought it on. Then I started thinking about Chocolatechip and began to miss her. So I ended up not having a very good time today.
I always said it is good to get out and good to get back home. This applied to today’s Coffee Social. Depression hit me so hard while I was out. Then I felt as if everyone there was talking about me. I felt very uncomfortable but I stayed there anyway. I’m determined to get over this social phobia before I die. The only way to do this is to socialize. I hope to get out there as. Uch as possible. So it was good to get out of my room. It is equally good to be back.
3:14p.m. I spent the afternoon finishing my book on the Bill of Rights. This was a great book by a brilliant author, Akhil Reed Amar. I’m taking a break from reading but I’m going to tackle The Words that Made Us: America’s Constitutional Conversations, 1760-1840 by the same author
I am having a good day. Only problem is lack of care. Aides have not changed my briefs since 5am I’ve been in my room since after lunch. Again it is the same old song. I’ll turn on my call light aides will come by and say I’ll be a minute. They never come back.
There is no point in getting mad. I’ve complained to the social worker. I called APS sewhat happens.
4:25p.m. After nearly all day sitting in urine and feces I finially got changed. I also had them put me in bed. I’m not making the same mistake twice. I will let the aides put me tobed at their convenience. I will not be up until one in the morning a second night in a row. I can still stay up till eleven and read if I want.
I was talking to Chocolatechip. She just got back from CMP. She was talking with her therapist how she wants to start going back to the SC. She got sidetracked because of inspection and the Morgantown trip. She was also stalking about baking for the party. I think she’s going to bake brownies instead of roskies. Brownies would be easier.
I was telling Chocolatechip I’m glad I’m in bed so early. I was sitting in that blasted wheelchair since 5am. My butt was starting to hurt from the hoyer pad. Besides I need to get off my butt for awhile or those sore spots will not heel. Nurse on the other side talked about switching me on and off the chair. I think that was a good idea.
Well they will be serving supper soon. Tonight I’m having sloppy joes, potato wedges cream of broccoli soup. It sounds pretty good I’m kind of hungry so I’ll eat tonight.