Monday 1/1/24

3:50a,m. The year is starting off right. The aides got me up at 3:00 today. I had a nice shower and shave. Then they changed my briefs and got me dressed and in my wheelchair. They did a good job but we’re not friendly and a bit rough. But I’m above the dirt and ready to start the new year.

I didn’t sleep well. I had some nice sex dreams. To hen I had a dream about the old hollow in Follansbee. I was walking through the woods. Nothing bad or scarry happened. I was just walking along this path in the woods. Then I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.

What woke me up was the phone ringing. I had a hard time reaching it. It had to have been Chocolatechip. I called and no answer. She must of gone back to bed. Anyways, I was up before the aides came. Now I can’t get back to sleep.

12:12p.m. I was having a hell of a bad morning. Everyone in this shit hole seemed so mean. Then the arthritis was raging. On a scale of 1-10 pain level was a six. Then the friggin hoyer pad was hiring like hell. It seemed every bone in my body ached thanks to the hoyer pad and arthritis. The aides getting me out of bed at 3:00am didn’t help either. I was one miserable old man.

I went through my usual morning routine.Aftet I was in my wheelchair I slept untill breakfast. I had four slices of French toast, oatmeal and a banana. I also had my morning coffee and orange juice. This time breakfast and coffee didn’t help. I went back to sleep until Lynn from PT woke me up.

The last thing I needed was a PT session. I asked if we could do it after the Coffee Social. She said ok. I wheeled myself down, without oxygen, to the Fiesta Room. I had one cup of coffee. I wasn’t having a good time so I went back to my room A few minutes later Lynn came back and took me to the gym.

PT was a bust. But I did the arm exercises. I mentioned how bad I was hurting and the got me up at 3am. Everyone said that was way too early. One of the girls emailed the supervisor and head nurse. Today is the last time I’ll getting up so early. Anyways I did my exercises and was brought back to my room. I apologized for wimping out on them

1:32p.m. I felt a bit better towards lunch. I had an orange drink and an extra coffee. Lunch was two sloppy joes, fiesta corn and jello. I ate it all and didn’t get sick. The caffeine made me feel 100% better. All that is bothering me is the damned hoyer pad. I wish to hell the aides will put me to bed.

2:52p.m. Yay! I’m finially off the hoyer pad and in bed. I been sitting on that damned pad for almost twelve hours! All this time I felt like a million little knives were cutting into my butt. It also didn’t help that I was sitting in poop and pee all day long. I was too tired to be mad. I’m just glad to be clean, dry and off that fucking pad.

I need to defuse for a while. I plan on reading my book The Dark Tower by Stephen King. I told the aide I had a hell of a day. But I’m ok now. Life is good.

5:00p.m. I read a little bit. Frankly, I think I’m very burned out with Stephen King. I probably just had a bad day. Then again I’ve been reading this Dark Tower saga since last September. I’ve had enough of Roland Dechain and his ka-tet and quest for the tower. I was obsessed with this saga but it is just a stupid story. I hate not finishing it but maybe it is time to move on.

6:25p.m. I had two pieces of fish and a hash brown casserole with blended veggies. For dessert I had a piece of Dutch apple pie. I ate most of it. Then I spilled my dinner tray. What a fucked up way to end a fucked up day! I swear this turned out to be the worst day I had in this nursing home.

rs l

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