1: 10p.m. I was very , very depressed this morning. For one thing Chococolatechip was not in a good mood when I called. She got a Covid shot yesterday. She said she called 911. They told her she was running a fever. I don’t understand why they didn’t take her to the ER. Paramedics said it was a reaction from the shot. If the fever gets worse they said to call and they will take her. Anyways, Chococolatechip yelled at me a bit and that plus her being sick brought me down. 

Then it seemed like everyone around me was in a bitchy mood. The aides who got me up this morning were not that friendly.I was snapped at a few times since then. I went to the coffee social. I wasn’t paranoid. Then staff and other residents all seemed to have a burr up their butt. I had my one cup of coffee then made my way back to my to my room.

I was so depressed by then I didn’t feel like doing shit. In fact I went back to sleep and slept most of thek morning. I woke up around 11:30 I called Chocolatschip. She went over her finances. Her airbed is polluted with bed bugs. Chococolatechip said she has enough to get a new airbed. I said that is a good idea.. Her never ending battle with bb is making us both depressed..

We talked briefly because Chococolatechip wanted to lie down. I got my lunch drinks soon after. The coffee and fruit punch helped with my mood. I had a chicken pot pie and a cup of chocolate ice cream lunch was pretty good. It greatly lifted my spirits. 

I feel better now. I’m going to spend the afternoon reading my book The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King  I’m in a mood to escape into the fantasy world of the Dark Tower. It is a lot better than this hard, cruel world.  

4:28p.m. I finished The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King. This is the second volume in the Dark Tower series. I’ve read twenty -one books this year. I hope to read more. Next up is another book in the Dark Tower series The Wastelands. In my humble opinion these Dark Tower novels remain Stephen King’s best work. I’m starting The Wastelands after supper.

I recovered from my bout with depression this morning  I would of had a good afternoon reading but I was sitting in urine from ?unch until 4:00. I was drenched in pee by the time an aide came to help. She did a good in changing me and getting me in bed. She was also friendly. I feel a lot better now that I’m dry for awhile and off the Hoyer pad. 

I didn’t talk to Chococolatechip too much today. She was sick with a fever all day so I let her rest. We did talk for a few minutes about an hour ago. She was pissed a bit.Earlier Chococolatechip asked her daughter to get some Tylenol. Chococolatechip said she did not get any help. Her daughter didn’t call nor did the doctor called back. Still she reported the fever had died down a bit. 

I still do not have water. They was not very responsive when I asked for some ice water. I’m wondering if I’m on a fluid restriction because of incontinence. But I get guice with my meals and coffee. I pee if I drink fluids or not. I also get water with my meds. I’m not dying from lack of water. 

6:07p.m. I had a pretty good supper. They served fish, broccoli, potatoes, a dinner roll and chocolate pudding for desert. I ate everything but the veggies. Also had coffee and a fruit punch  I’m a bit bloated now but an evening dose of Mylanta will do the trick. 

Invictus

William Earnest Henley.        

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever Gods may be, for my unconquerable soul.

In the full clutch of Circumstances I have not winced or cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, my head is bloody but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the Horrors of the shade. And yet the menace of the years finds me and shall find me unafraid 

It matters not how straight the gate how charged with punishment the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of of my soul.  

7:58p.m The above is one of my favorite poems. I can relate to it in some ways. I used to read poetry to Chococolatechip . I’d recite Invictus to het almost every night. I think she got sick of it but I never got tired of it.To me it represents the indomitable spirit and ultimate triumph over adversity. I took this poem to heart whenever faced with hardship. It inspired me to never give up.

Chococolatechip called a little bit ago. She was feeling better and back to her old self. She said her body is still fighting the fever but she thinks it is abating. She did sounded a lot better almost back to her old self. This was very good news.

I just had my evening meds. I should turn on for the night. But I want to start on that damned book The Wastelands by Stephen King 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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