turning my brain off....
Ever wish you could do that? Just flick a switch and float in perfect nothingness?
It's been hell week over here, hubby and I are feeling the after effects. I'm totally exhausted and he's in bed with a migraine. My house is a mess and I'm late paying the bills......I have lead in my ass and just want to zone out and do nothing. What caused all this dysfunction and sickness?
My Stepdad.
A 91 year old infant who still wants to suckle on mother's breast. Never in my life have I met someone so selfish, so self absorbed, so damn narcissistic that I just want to vomit pea soup all over some priest. (well, I wouldn't go that far)
The demon was finally admitted to the Veterans Memorial Home this past Thursday. He has done nothing but drive all of us nuts with his whining, complaining, bitching, moaning, and then denying all of the above. "I don't complain" and "I know what I know", crap. Joe, might be 91 years old, but his mind is as sharp as a pin. However, he has a selective memory, he just wants to remember what he wants to.
As far as treatment goes in this place, he expects a handmaiden (to hover over him), a butler (to go get) and a personal ass wiper (well, you know what that involves). **BTW........my Mom was all of the above for many years, until it drove her to the edge of insanity**. With 144 other men in the place to care for, he is not going to get personal service. It ain't the friggin' Hilton!
From my observations, the "Home" is so so. Not the best place, but not the worst either. The building is old, but a new building is going up now, it will be completed in October. All the residents will be moved to brand new rooms, with 2 men to a room. He is now in a room with 3 other men.
The staff is very friendly and the care is adequate. The food seems to be pretty good, but sometimes arrives luke warm. Not a huge deal in my opinion. Hey.....we BRING him food, so he is getting plenty to eat. Joe's main ambition in life is to lay in bed and EAT......and of course, shit. When he was at home, he would shit at least 5 to 7 times a day........many times, he missed the toilet. Now you can understand why he is in a home.
For all the war mongers out there, take a trip to your local Veteran's Home.....hell, take a picnic lunch if you like. Better yet, take a fucking camera! See for yourself what WAR does to human beings........you might change your tune about supporting a war. ::ahem::
I cried the first day I entered the place. I sat outside with hubby and balled my eyes out.
The vacant stares, the lost limbs, the mumbling, the drooling.......men in wheel chairs crowding the hallways. Friendly men, seriously angry men, hopelessly sad men, young men, old men......sadness, despair................our VETERANS.
I'm glad Joe is blind and doesn't see the madness.
Ever wish you could do that? Just flick a switch and float in perfect nothingness?
It's been hell week over here, hubby and I are feeling the after effects. I'm totally exhausted and he's in bed with a migraine. My house is a mess and I'm late paying the bills......I have lead in my ass and just want to zone out and do nothing. What caused all this dysfunction and sickness?
My Stepdad.
A 91 year old infant who still wants to suckle on mother's breast. Never in my life have I met someone so selfish, so self absorbed, so damn narcissistic that I just want to vomit pea soup all over some priest. (well, I wouldn't go that far)
The demon was finally admitted to the Veterans Memorial Home this past Thursday. He has done nothing but drive all of us nuts with his whining, complaining, bitching, moaning, and then denying all of the above. "I don't complain" and "I know what I know", crap. Joe, might be 91 years old, but his mind is as sharp as a pin. However, he has a selective memory, he just wants to remember what he wants to.
As far as treatment goes in this place, he expects a handmaiden (to hover over him), a butler (to go get) and a personal ass wiper (well, you know what that involves). **BTW........my Mom was all of the above for many years, until it drove her to the edge of insanity**. With 144 other men in the place to care for, he is not going to get personal service. It ain't the friggin' Hilton!
From my observations, the "Home" is so so. Not the best place, but not the worst either. The building is old, but a new building is going up now, it will be completed in October. All the residents will be moved to brand new rooms, with 2 men to a room. He is now in a room with 3 other men.
The staff is very friendly and the care is adequate. The food seems to be pretty good, but sometimes arrives luke warm. Not a huge deal in my opinion. Hey.....we BRING him food, so he is getting plenty to eat. Joe's main ambition in life is to lay in bed and EAT......and of course, shit. When he was at home, he would shit at least 5 to 7 times a day........many times, he missed the toilet. Now you can understand why he is in a home.
For all the war mongers out there, take a trip to your local Veteran's Home.....hell, take a picnic lunch if you like. Better yet, take a fucking camera! See for yourself what WAR does to human beings........you might change your tune about supporting a war. ::ahem::
I cried the first day I entered the place. I sat outside with hubby and balled my eyes out.
The vacant stares, the lost limbs, the mumbling, the drooling.......men in wheel chairs crowding the hallways. Friendly men, seriously angry men, hopelessly sad men, young men, old men......sadness, despair................our VETERANS.
I'm glad Joe is blind and doesn't see the madness.
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