Hot Times on Saturday

Here it is, Saturday morning, nearly 11:00 and I have been up since 5:00. Spoke to a friend out in Indiana and had a visit from Grant, one half of Charlotte and Grant from Stratford. Grant came bearing gifts in the guise of pastries and coffee. He also brought finger and toenail clippers I requested since mine were thrown out along with my pants in the aftermath of the bowel unpleasantness of a few days ago.

More on that friend from Indiana. This is a friend who goes above and beyond the call of duty. She is helping me to retrieve some property of mine that has been held in benign neglect by an agency that long ago should have cooperated with me to get the stuff here to Connecticut. Melinda is a good friend.

It is with some sense of purpose and accomplishment that I announce the ordering of my brand new electric razor through Amazon. Sheila has been kind enough to do this for me. I asked her to go ahead and order it using next day delivery if it came in under a certain amount. The fact that I need this thing as soon as possible is reflected in the additional fact that I am giving serious consideration to cutting off my moustache. Any facial hair right now is simply a gathering place for dried blood, dirt and anything else you can imagine. With only one brief period of about a month, this moustache has been with me for over four decades. It will be strange to not have it.

Saturday has pretty much come and gone with my not getting much of anything done at all. What do I have to get done? I am in the hospital. Well, I could have read more but failed to do that. Stared out the window a lot and thought about my return to my temporary residence with some fear and trepidation.

Despite promises to the contrary, there are no personnel, nursing or otherwise, over at the Temporary Residential Program, where I reside, who can handle my situation, especially if it grows to the proportions it did the other day. If the double-ended purge, as I have come to call it, had occured at TRP rather than here, I would have been out on the street before I even got started. Not an especially great prospect to look forward to. The people there are nice enough and do their assigned jobs very well. It was the nurse who interviewed me who told me all these services would be available when in fact they are not. Of course, the interviewing nurse never is seen upstairs where she eventually sends people. She is selling a product the nature of which she has no idea.

My new roomie is a decent enough person who is sick to the point of frustration. He is not used to being sick or to having people take care of him. It is difficult for him to talk due to breathing problems, so I do not even try to engage him in conversation. I just wish him well and say hello whenever I pass his bed. His name is Charlie, so say a prayer for him if you want to. I do.