{"id":103,"date":"2006-12-05T11:23:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-05T11:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tdgsafety.wordpress.com\/2006\/12\/05\/so-it-went-like-this\/"},"modified":"2006-12-05T11:23:00","modified_gmt":"2006-12-05T11:23:00","slug":"so-it-went-like-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/2006\/12\/05\/so-it-went-like-this\/","title":{"rendered":"So, it went like this…"},"content":{"rendered":"

My last week in the nursing home, I finally ran out of – well- everything.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My roommate, who had up until then been quiet, had his medication changed at the insistance of his ignorant, goatfucking inbred slumcrawling family. This made him miserable- and loud. All night, every night he would cry out to God. “Oh Lord! My God! Your God! Oh, LOOOOORD<\/em>!” Nothing else on this ossified specimen worked- he was a bony, withered mummy, incapable of moving on his own- but he could HOWL<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

And he did. All night. Every night.<\/p>\n

There was no sleep. Not for days. And between sleep deprivation and the endless sounds of sobbing, screaming, confused babbling, “Yoo-Hoo”s and the other endless raving of the lost and the mad, the bedlam ambiance finally got to me. <\/p>\n

I lost my patience. I lost my perspective. And I lost my sense of humor.<\/p>\n

That last week was a horrifying grind on my raw nerves. I saw no-one, I was unfit for human contact anyway. I cannot remember ever being in such a profoundly altered, unpleasant state for so long.<\/p>\n

But, mercifully, it ended.<\/p>\n

Getting home was a joy, but reassembling life- discontinued utilities, expired ID, etc- was a nightmare- especially seeing as I am still supposed to be off the foot as much as possible. Oddly, the DMV does not seem to care about my problems, nor do any of the various Social security\/ Food Stamp\/ Hellish bureacratic fuckholes that I had to limp my ass to through and out the churning bowels of. This was all topped off by the fact that I had been in bed for almost three months. Muscle fatigue, nausea, dissiness and a not inconsiderable degree of pain hounded me for a month, and nip my heels still. It’s all getting easier every day, though. I measure my progress in how difficult it’s been to climb the stairs; each day it gets slightly easier.<\/p>\n

The last thing to fall into place was getting back online. I don’t know if I could have made it- any of it- without the support of Lonewolf_and_cub<\/strong>, Soulhuntre<\/strong>, Sparkytheboi<\/strong> and Irishlass<\/strong>. These people, for reasons I will never fathom, have bent over backwards to help me. They have taken very, very good care of me when I needed it, and I thank them.<\/p>\n

So here I sit in my gleaming motorized wheelchair- a quiet little hovercraft of a device that allows me to stay mostly off my foot while in my apartment. (It’s especially cool on dialysis days, when I really dont want to move). I’m teaching my cat to ride in my lap, like Blofeld or Dr. Evil. (Before I mastered the speed control. it was very Dr. Evil.) I’m waiting on results from the last test necessary to get on the transplant list, and I get out to TES every so often, so I don’t go stir crazy. My house and environment are clean due to the efforts of a couple of servants who have offered me their labor, and the daily arrival of a home health care chimp, who is worth marginally more then the IQ\/ language barrier she carries with her like overpacked luggage. It’s kind of like having Manuel from Fawlty Towers, only not funny and I can’t beat her with a frying pan.<\/p>\n

I’m doing OK. I’m getting stronger. My foot is healing. And recently, something happened which made me quetly happy. I was walking into a diner for post TES food with the family- Soulhuntre<\/strong>, Lonewolf<\/strong>, Tatsumi<\/strong> and Kimiko<\/strong>. Kimi and I had gone in first to get seats, when Kimi suddenly said:<\/p>\n

 “You’re scary again.”<\/em><\/p>\n

“Am I?”<\/em><\/p>\n

“Not in a bad way. In a “Don’t displease him” way.”
<\/em><\/p>\n

About time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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