Strangers In Our House - Welcome!

When I was finally discharged from - either the hospital or physical rehab, Richie was ready to become my sole caretaker but he wanted help.  In various phone calls he discovered an outfit call Synergy, Manhattan Beach.  Their CEO and Office Manager made an appt. and we all met deciding that we would hire their services - light housekeeping - dusting, cleaning, even cooking (!)

We've had a wonderful chance to meet some equally lovely people.  A small sample...Cheyenne  who is a flourishing hip hop artist .  She routinely travels to her shows with four bodyguards, a road manager and any friends who want to come and were able to get babysitters.  When she leaves us at 4 p.m.she goes to the studio, waves her magic cloak and becomes Queenye who is a hip hop performer, artist and who also (if that's not enough) this Saturday night she opens for another artiste named DW Flame at the Honda Center in Santa Ana, 8:30 p.m.

To meet her simply Google  "Queenye" She has an excellent manager because there are tons of videos, songs - and one in an auditorium has a whole bunch of sparkling lights in the audience. 

M is from Poland and I like to joke to myself "Polish who loves to Polish"  M made pirogi and brought it over for us - It was delicious; we loved it.

C is the office manager - great guy - if a worker is unavailable, he fills in without hesitation.  Did a beautiful job on a cabinet, here in the living room.

Richie likes them one and all as do I.  If you need any of the above services, we recommend Synergy.

But This Is Not Racism or Discrimination (shrug) So what the Hell Is It?

 Supreme Court Steven Breyer has announced his retirement from the Court, opening the door to Biden to try to put in a black woman and only a black woman  as his replacement.  

Only black female jurists need apply-- but this is not racism or discrimination.    

When did the world turn sidewise? and how did I miss it?  

Other thing I missed was:  put in the most qualified in the field being filled.  But some idiot would undoubtedly come along and proclaim taking the best candidate  for the job is racist or discriminatory or both.  Win for losing comes dancing into my mind...

My God! Don't Eat That!

 A recent headline in drudgereport.com outlined a quick story on a French cannibal, jailed for killing and eating the tongue and brain of a farmer with a tasty side of white beans.  Flagolais I think they're called.  He was apprehended trying to attack a woman who was walking her dog while in an area of the Pyreneese where Rimbaud was considered the king of cannibal killers.  I wondered if the dog was dessert.

Rimbaud, a 34 year old Afghanistan veteran went right smack back to prison.

In another illustration of cannibalism Disney's new movie "Fresh" illustrates cannibalism, carrying over, evidently , from the days of it's popularity and that would be in the 1500 and 1600 when it flourished all over Europe.

Meanwhile animals can be cannibals - infanticide - among their 1,500 species and people have been known to dine from bits and pieces of themselves!  They are called auto cannibals.

Who is credited with most cannibalism performed?  Jeffrey Dahmer who dined from 1978 to 1991.  He had a specific prey - boys and young men.  17 of them to be accurate.  

What did the poor parents have to bury?  Dahmer's feces?

Goodbye Freedom

The minute you step through the doorway of "your" room you've lost all calls on freedom.  I say your in quotes because all three of the rooms I occupied - you can't call it "living" - had three patients per room.  Not a lot of privacy - if any - to be had.

Remember that you are at their mercy.  They can withhold food, pain medication or, God forbid, a dry diaper and all sense of privacy.  It is normal for a member of the opposite sex to "bathe" the other.

Said "baths" consist of one of the roughest all over scrub downs you will ever encounter.  They apply a lot of pressure in sensitive areas (read: genitals)  And intrusive.  I was reminded of a sex practice of gay males called "fisting" and called them out on it to no appreciable positive affect.

Nursing staff revels in fright - the nurses flip you around on the sheet you are lying on (Kevlar?) and as for privacy normal routine is to approach a patient and the nurse will then bellow, "Dry pants?"  and the hapless patient can only respond, not dive under the bed.  

You can't escape by cutting and running since the beds all have alarms that go off if you so much as remove a toe from said bed.  Your bed is resting on scales and the slightest removal of weight sets off horrendous noises.  

Speaking of noises, my corridor and closer still, my room also held an elderly woman who spent most of a night moaning most plaintively, "Hep me!  Nurse!" over and over and over.  That corridor was quite willing to "hep" her.  Right into a hearse!  If a bed can be wired to an alarm ...

One Thing Leads to Another - Hence This:

 It is my contention that "nursing homes" deliberately condition patients to become incontinent (bed wetters) as a matter of course......  

How they do it? The  home while the patient is a little out of it, slips them into an adult diaper.  Thus when the addled, but dry patient rings the buzzer for a trip to the bathroom with the nurse, said functionary can return with this pithy (deliberate) instruction - "Oh, just go in your pants."

When you have demand, you will also find money which roused a vivid mental picture of Mafia vs. Corporate Greed over expensive lunches in exotic venues - Aruba is said to be a popular "Get to know you," place.  

"But that's expensive!" you cry.  Back comes the retort:  "Nursing homes' population is 75 per cent incontinent," and even wholesale, sell as follows - sample  

Women - 30 count package $15.78   Male - 32 count $16.99

The Mafia rep - DiDi Di Fontanina and the CEO - a Cabot Lodge I seem to remember - stretch in the Aruban sun.  Cocktails and dinner with a planned stop for an undie change.  Their saying is "If you're pushing a product, you use it,"  DiDi said only recently.  It was on the flight to Paris.  One of their designers was having an engineering problem on the mens' scrotum pouch sample. His models don't understand his French and there have been some heated discussions during the fitting sessions.  

But no one is incontinent.

Rehab? RUN! Scam

All live-in rehabs are scams.  Personal experience:  1 hour (if that) rehab done a day and then you spend the next 23 hours and eat 3 meals a day.  Much better to stay home and go to them on an appt. basis.  There is absolutely no reason to move in there for an hour of "stand up; sit down"  "pull the giant rubber band between your hands." 

Especially if during the night, as you froth and rage in your three bed "suite" you are subject to The Howler which is a woman (usually") screaming in desperation, "Nurse!'  "Somebody help me!"

Marie Antoinette on the Platform issuing last pleas for clemency. .

Up and down the hall her misery it went while she lay fluffed up in her warm soft bed.  (I will give them that - a comfortable bed.  I finally drifted off - is THAT why it was named Driftingawaywood?  All of us were ready to drive the hearse that would take her elsewhere. 

 And soon!

Someone says "Rehab"? RUN

 I spent nearly 6 months in various of the above.  Safely home where they don't want to take my blood pressure every time I blink, I hope to give any remaining readers here a tour - what I saw, thoughts and sheer horror - 

First on the program is an outpost named Driftwood which wags like us immediately changed to Drif ting away wood a real bitch to type.  The place is ghastly, too.  More of which in the future.