“And like flies, they were drawn to the scene. This particular victim globalist programming and the classical vampire white skin and dead eyes. I could only scream like a banshee tied to the gates of Hell, publicly crying out for her God HRC, Vanquisher of Haiti…”
Brouhaha! That’s how I feel! Caregivers! CNAs! Unite! Aaahhh!
Dear diary,
I quit! I’m NOT gonna be this fake goodie caregiver! Nope! Y’all can fire me! You’re fired, Flynn! Out! Out! I’m outa the ball field! Way out! Done! Kaput! Finis!
Anyway, Mom’s gonna have three months of whatever and I’m NOT happy. The room is stuffy. The staff is loud. And Mom has spat out her dinner due to chocking.
She didn’t like me to force feed her. Das Squirrel called me earlier and he had thought that maybe she’s just playing or seriously NOT interested in eating.
I figured that’s a slow way to die since she does miss her deceased immediate family, who has visited her dreams. She’s the last one alive and so she’s sad.
I presume she has been refusing to eat, NOT due to medical conditions but from a broken heart. Since the death of the youngest sibling, Mom hasn’t been the same.
She has said angrily that my dad, Das Squirrel and I are her only family. BUT, we have a rebellious bloodline of means and nastiness. And that makes her sad.
Furthermore, she kept recapping how ungrateful these rebellious in-laws have behaved towards her over the years. She said they’ll get bad karma. It’s true.
Dad and I had to bug out, err, leave early before eight. Clarita, a church lady, called me twice, assumed that Mom was at a place where she knows all the nurses.
But then the second time, she was playing deaf. She was the second one that I’ve deflected with my mumblings from a tone deaf human. She played off that it was too late to visit Mom and that she will visit tomorrow. Whatever.
The first deflection occurred yesterday when Amy went straight to our home and misunderstood that we were still in the hospital. These elderly folks need fixings!
So I had learned to SLOW DOWN MY speech pattern and repeat the address locations many times! WTF? In the Bible, there was a passage mentioning how the blind leads the blind.
Well, I’ll add to the original blogger’s Biblical passage to include the DEAF (moi) leading the OLD FARTS (them)! OMG! This is insane! Did I sign up for this crap?
Yeah, so that’s how we spent our Happy Fourth. I don’t know how the professionals learn to be patient, compassionate, and understanding – because I possess NONE of those crappy traits!
Phooey! I told Dad to stay home because Mom’s private room is too freaking small and there’s only one chair. Seriously, the spouses are supposed to be there for each other.
But because Dad NEVER learned how to navigate the roads and does NOT travel far, I’m it! I’m it! That’s it! Das Squirrel sent me something about sacrifice.
Y’all know what? WTF is this sacrifice? Today was freaking hot! I was sweating beads under my boobies! And I stunk enough to take a shower after waking up from my nap prior to visiting Mom, who passed out from whatever, this evening.
I’m finished. Lawd Gawd, please, have mercy! I’m NOT cut out to be there for anyone. They want my helping hand and then eat all of my arm!
Sheesh,
Evil Kitty – hiss…
Dear diary,
Happy Fourth! We’re enjoying our visitors – Amy and my uncle (dad’s younger brother), and earlier Das Squirrel. And his Twit Wifey.
I can see my favorite (paid) spooks are taken their holiday break to heart and that’s fine unto Evil Kitty.
Mom has been lonely and saddened because no one seems to care or wants to visit Mom at the hospital.
I believe good company and healthy food are medicines that help supplement a patient’s healing process.
Well, I’m done blogging about stuff and hope that Mom gets discharged from this hospital either tomorrow or Friday.
Sheesh,
Flynn B-grateful for Americanized freedom and certain ALIENable rights.
20180704-1721. I agree. God created everything perfectly. And thusly so, everything else is perfect – no original sin. Although I do wonder about the Nephilims, the Fallen Angels, and all those OLD stories and blogged stuff.
Hello boys and girls!
Tonight’s word is thick!
Let’s use it in the following scenario.
Court Jester: Hey, Angel! I have this empty bowl. See? It’s quite empty but VERY expensive. You’ve got to be an idiot NOT to know I have expensive tastes. And if y’all put six pounds in it, all your wishes will come true!
Blond Kitty: Hey, Bro! Are you that guy – Jack in the Beanstalk who got the goose that can lay some golden eggs? Because I wanna buy those eggs for ten pounds.
Bada-boom. Never mind. Evil Kitty does NOT know or understand how to crack jokes. No! Seriously. I didn’t find humor in those two YouTube videos. One, I don’t take their thick British accents too well. Two, I’m NOT a blond. Three, WTF has that kind of money, huh?
Dear diary,
Dad and I are waiting in the room with other humanz for any updates for procedures. There’s the elderly volunteer with a withered right hand sitting at her desk and behind her is the HUGE monitor displaying the patient status. We also had breakfast downstairs and I’m bored as my assignment as care giver isn’t over yet.
I had to cancel today’s nine o’clock dental consultation for my night guard(s) because I may need a new one but that’s gonna be outta pocket. The harder or stiffer of the two night guards is hurting the behind gum area of my two upper front teeth. The dentist felt my right jaw cracking, popping, and snapping.
I’m typing at an odd angle with my laptop on my lap while charging my laptop which is currently at 29 percent. I don’t know how batteries can discharge so soon. If smartphones and laptops have to be constantly charging, how much more electrical vehicles and the potential of lithium-ion batteries exploding? Think humnaz! Think well!
This laptop feels like sliding off my lap going downward and I had to place my computer screen monitor into dim mode so that Dad and his blurry eyeballs (thanks in part to the one power range of 20/20 for both ocular implants) cannot see my typing.
This is how we spent the Fourth of July last year – in the hospital. And so we are doing the same thing at this hospital – sitting and waiting; while the parakeets are at home locked up in their cages. Mister Mel is still in his separate senior cage attached to the larger cage of two baby parakeets and attached with two millet seed spray clips.
My eyeballs are now closed and I’d be peeping to see if I’m typing my words pretty good with my eye closed as Mom had called us five times, starting at around four o’clock this morning until six o’clock. We hurried and arrived at seven o’clock and she was wheeled half an hour later.
Last night, Father Mark gave us communion and anointed Mom with sweet-smelling rosy oil upon her forehead. She has been crying and saddened during her stay in the hospital and this is probably due to the common symptoms of Valium, a controlled substance for her muscle spasms, anxiety, and most especially her PAIN in the neck.
OMG! I’m so sleepy as Dad reads a magazine in silence. I’m NOT a talkative person but my bloodline tends to mumble under our breath and most ly outta frustration for NOT being heard and acknowledge, and the superior feeling of wanting to be on top of everyone else. Such egos are hard.
Whatever happens, I do NOT know or understand if I ever did sign up for this gig. We are all hopefull for positive outcomes. But I’m too tired and numb to have any more comments. The feeling is similar to being used to working at a gig for so long it’s comes naturally – just another day or night, plowing through the nitty gitty of being human.
Sheesh,
Flynn B-sleepy
Dear diary,
We are still stuck here at the hospital with Thursday being week number three. Tomorrow Mom will have her SECOND pacemaker remove, a SECOND external pacemaker installing into her pain in the NECK, and undergo three months of IV antibiotics probably at an SNF where she gets her infusion and then we can take her out for attending noontime masses and stuff.
I think it’ll work out because she and Dad were dancing and I recorded their happy moments together with my iPad 9.7″ while my iPad 12.9″ was playing a YouTube video playlist of Filipino guitar music, which the supervisor nurse Rowena thought was a professional or volunteer or live human playing.
Yeah so my parents are taking their power nap after a nice dance together in the hospital room. I was singing loudly a few minutes ago to the lyrics of “Edelweiss”. Yeah, I know the lyrics somewhat well. That’s how smart I am. Yup! Do NOT doubt unto moi. Evil Kitty loves these kinds of classic songs.
Sheesh,
Flynn B-singing loud and strong because she is a singer. Bah!
Tesla Model 3: Consumer Reports finds “big flaws” http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/tesla-model-3-consumer-reports-finds.html
Bad! Anyway, I have to stop tailgating slow humanz and that’s because my reaction time and my brakes are getting on with age, meaning stuff slows down. Brouhaha!
So seven feet longer stop is not good. We need safer standards and Tesla isn’t doing it’s job to ensure we don’t crash and burn to death. Hmm.
That’s why Consumer Report and other safety testers help to alert us to avoid unsafe vehicles on the road for all. Huh.
Tesla Model 3: Consumer Reports finds “big flaws” http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/tesla-model-3-consumer-reports-finds.html
Bad! Anyway, I have to stop tailgating slow humanz and that’s because my reaction time and my brakes are getting on with age, meaning stuff slows down. Brouhaha!
So seven feet longer stop is not good. We need safer standards and Tesla isn’t doing it’s job to ensure we don’t crash and burn to death. Hmm.
That’s why Consumer Report and other safety testers help to alert us to avoid unsafe vehicles on the road for all. Huh.
Blog Views on this and all sites http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/blog-views-on-this-and-all-sites.html
“each of us is right for OUR OWN LIVES, at our own levels.”
First, count your blessings, Don.
Second, we deserve each other as assigned and/or as needed (PRN).
(It’s a medical terminology that I learned while volunteering at this hospital, err, assisting Mom with her freaking ON-DEMAND needs.)
I forgot to mention that VJ the blackish dental assistant with graying hair shared her insights, reflecting the above quote.
I followed up my saying something along the line of ‘handling burdens’ (on the shoulders, much like the crucifixion of Jesus Christ) that’s neither too great nor too small and/or that the SACRIFICE is perfect and suitable to each soul.
(Did I form the wordings clearly enough, you stubborn humanz?!)
Whatever! I have to learn NOT to blog with TONES that are TOO preachy or TOO revolutionary.
Once again, Mom has rebuked unto moi that my mouf (like a la Dashie) is too nasty. Huh.
Then she claims I’m the only one that seems to care (enough to hover around her.) True.
To Google and pals,
If y’all are gonna censor stuff, why not stop your own kinds from lying and deceiving? I’d like to see how y’all come outta the very mess y’all have created.
Thanks,
Flynn B-watching y’all with my eyeballs…
