Month: July 2018

Santa or NASA – Havana Camila Cabello Parody Remix

Symbolic Pics of the Month 07/18

She’s a sell-out to the music industry with her one-eye thingy. I’ve NOT listened to much mainstream music since I graduated college.

Dear diary,

Here are my viewpoints to help reduce complaints, whining, and bitching of annoying patients of Mom.

First point is to ‘check in’ via microphone, intercom on visiting nurses to the patient’s room and to HELP them ASAP to get outta the room, especially if patients like Mom likes to hold them hostage with her stories, complaints, and yakking.

Second point is to hire ‘outside’ (sub) contractors if facilities, hospitals don’t have the extra support of orderliness, CNA, and especially nurses based on the voluntary demographics of patients.

For example, Mom is a female Filipino in here seventies. Therefore, those nurses and other staff should be closely match the demographics of a heterosexual Asian.

Sincerely,

Flynn B. Tired of caregiving.

RACIST POLICE DOG ATTACKS BLACK TEEN, REFUSES TO OBEY 21 “OFF” COMMANDS https://saboteur365.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/racist-police-dog-attacks-black-teen-refuses-to-obey-21-off-commands/

Hund! Halt! Stupid dog! Doggie must have smelled something bad!

43 anti white commercials – This Is How Bad It Is These Days. Open Hatred against anyone WHITE http://valenciabrocode.blogspot.com/2018/07/43-anti-white-commercials-this-is-how.html

First, boycott their products – Boston Market, Oikos, Samsung, ADT, Maytag, etc…

Second, ten bucks only buys one good meal. Multiply that by four boys and two cats, and that comes out to be… say sixty bucks per day, three times per day is 180 bucks, or roughly 950 bucks per month!!!

Third, the Patreon site has three tiers – ten bucks, fifty bucks, and one-tenth grand. Factor that in to the threesome, y’all got hungry boyz…

Sigh.

http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2017/12/ancient-discoveries-that-will-have.html?spref=bl&m=1

Yeah well, switch the two pairs of Numbers and y’all got my Mom’s hospital room number. Sheesh. You are REALLY good.

Yeah so, the downtown location where I’d pickup my junk has a corner lot for Chakra and some sort of Zen center.

And so I’m praying if I ever do remember. Once again my presence is of no coincidence. This general area is infiltrated.

From the downtown to this hospital, there are some good ones. The SNF is okay except the lag time of processing Mom’s insistence.

The SNF has Mexicans with tattoos, the hospital has males with nails and makeup, the downtown with purple worshippers.

Well, I gotta go and feed with Dad and then pickup more junk worth a few hundreds but not thousands! Sheesh!

Dear diary,

Two nights ago, Mom was processed by a nurse with a name tag that said something about EQUALITY in rainbow color. Yesterday, Mom got a nurse that was a male with maroon lipstick. The hospital has been infiltrated with equality.

Anyway, I’ve been ordering online and picking up my stuff at the lockers. So Mom is stronger today but her eating is limited, not severe, but enough so that she weighs less that me! That makes me a fat kid in the family with Dad being lighter than me.

Yeah, so today is hot outdoors as I drove in Dad’s Benz to pickup my stuff. I would prefer to stay inside this hospital room because of its excellent air conditioning system. To hell with that SNF! Though Mom has a private room, the damn place is too warm and stuffy!

I told an infectious disease physician about the oven and it’s too bad no one can do anything about the environmental conditions of that damn place. Yeah, so that’s life.

So today and without and with Dad’s help, respectively, I threw away Mom’s two diapers of poop! That’s correct! I’m learning tips from the CNA on how to turn Mom one way and then the other way and as many ways to pull the diaper, wipe her bum, replace the waterproof liner, and repositioning the patient with drop sheet.

CareTeam Kumba showed me to fully open the drop sheet instead of just one-half under the bum area. This fully-opened drop sheet is useful under the head of the patient, especially Mom who’s PAIN in the neck is perfectly supported for lifting up and for adjusting the pillow BELOW her rounded shoulders.

I’m getting good as I’m learning how to be freaking patient with the frustrated patient. But I’m far from being a certified or licensed worker because of my potty mouth, frown smile, and bad attitude.

My blood line prefers to be served and NOT to serve through blood, sweat, and tears. We prefer to be the boss and are bossy, too. We are authoritative and when we can’t get what we want be are mean and nasty. We also fight back if scorned. We don’t give a damn and our programming chip for being ‘nice’, compassionate and kind does NOT compute!

With that said, I’ll have to keep my mouth shut because the elderly folks talk their own ‘language’ while us kids would rather play and NOT go anywhere with the sick and dying. I hope for the best to those who have to lift a finger for these unwanted bio-units.

Until my next rant, live long and prosper.

FB

Dear diary,

Dad doesn’t care to be with Mom. All he does is ‘force’ himself to try and he’s too old to learn how to do anything correctly.

I already don’t care as I’ve taken too much time off away from working good paying jobs and living life.

The hospital social worker called and I told her that Mom prefers professionals and that she complained that I don’t know what I’m doing, which is true because there needs to be more than one care giver.

I can’t do everything. And during the morning at the ER two days ago, the blackish IT guy told me to get support and to think about it. He has a mother with dementia and his two daughters helps their granny.

Dad won’t stop yakking. Surrounded by twits. Annoying old carts and disabled alike. Sheesh.

FB

http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/never-ever-trust-news-again.html

Well, here are my notes for us chickens scratching the dirt for some breadcrumbs:

• overall creepiness
• inappropriate laughters, snickering
• loudness, anger
• lack of sincerity in comments
• too much smiling
• wild psychotic eyes
• crossed eyes
• too much touching of face, nose, hair (get it? nose hair! shut up), eyeballs
• flashing satanic hand gestures
• sharp jawlines
• pointy board squared chins

Bad actors, bad script, bad emotions.

https://saboteur365.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/sickening-huffpo-promotes-deranged-10-year-old-drag-queen-desmond/

“It’s one thing to highlight unusual phenomena” – Yup. That’s what I like weird stuff which can be super and natural, NOT unnatural stuff like these LGBTQ creatures. OMG! That barista guy with long reddish hair tied back in a pony tail and rail thin body is still serving my ordered coffee. Yesterday morning he wore his bright-colored eye shadow of blue. Oh, dear Lawd Gawd!

“one of the half-dozen cans of beer I drink per year” – I never did like the taste of beer. I only tried due to peer pressure and approval. The other night I recalled what I had really preferred many slong years ago – screwdrivers! That’s correct! The drink of hard wine drinkers – whiskey. The stuff that doesn’t seem to burn my throat, really.

“the kid is really ugly” – Yup. I guess my observational skills are wired incorrectly because I no longer have the correct English words to describe abornomalities due to my liberal, progressive bombardments of (what are those word?) tolerance and diversity.

Dear diary,

Well, Mom has been admitted to the hospital for the freaking sixth time in this freaking year of 2018.

She said that she felt discomfort on her left chest three times whenever. She said she would slap me next time. I was trying to pry her wet sheets from her blubbering rear end.

So I’ve had to backup my stuff and do a complete restore and erase data to my smartphone. Why are you cursed, Flynn?

Not really cursed, my minions, but blessed knowing every freaking thing will work out for the best.

Are you sleepy yet, Flynn? Nope! Like our great leader – Mister POTUS Trump, I could probably get by with only four hours of sleep per 24 hours humanized cycle.

That’s crazy, Flynn! Normally humanz may require at least eight hours in 24 hours. That accounts for 1/3 of downtime, 2/3 of uptime.

While that may be true my minions, crazy humanz can do stupid things and that’s staying up late.

Hopefully, they can find Mom a room so I can head on home and crash until tomorrow morning.

I’ll find out if she’s staying one day or whatever or if I need to gather her stuff at the SNF.

I don’t care anymore. She has excellent health care insurance. I wonder why she can just get outside help instead of using me.

FB

F U Bolsheviks: Monday’s Summit Held on 100th Anniversary of Horrific Mass Murder of Russian Royal Family by Jews https://saboteur365.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/f-u-bolsheviks-mondays-summit-held-on-100th-anniversary-of-horrific-mass-murder-of-russian-royal-family-by-jews/

Off-topic rant:

I haven’t read past the first two sentence when I saw the year 1918.

Prior to being transported to tonight’s ER, the transporter personnel would ask Mom questions. One basic question would be: What year is it? Mom would reply: 1918!

I kid y’all NOT!

Other questions by other medical staff would be: What city are we in? Do you know where we’re going? Do you wanna hurt yourself or others? That sorta of crap.

Dear diary,

We’re back at the ER due to a ‘fall’ at the SNF. Mom had a soft and stuck BM and I helped her with washing afterwards.

Because she is a strong-willed and determined old lady, she tried to transfer from the toilet to the wheelchair and fell forward, hitting the top right of her skull.

She sat on both her knees, with a couple of dents and slight wound on the left knee. As a precaution, I applied Betadine (from my bag for such incidence) since she’s diabetic.

Mary, the ER nurse assigned to Mom forgot to attach the gray lead to the Size 11 white blood pressure cuff because I heard the unending familiar buzzing noise, which I slowly located as one of two grayish leads. The buzzing sound turned off and I ensured the BP cuff was nice and snug and that the blue-colored Artery Index Marker is aligned to the middle of the inner elbow thing.

Yeah, so it’s 2147 pm and I’m waiting at the ER. We’re frequent flyers and we got Mary again who recognized us.

What I do NOT like about SNF is its lack of staff and stuff. The family members have to bring stuff for the comfort of the patient. That’s why I’m on hand for twelve hours per day for the next eight weeks because orderliness are so hard to find and the CNA seemed to come too late. Mom complained they come 30 to 40 minutes too late. I noticed they come within a few minutes, maybe under five minutes. But because she is VERY fussy and ON-DEMAND, I have no choice but try to assist.

I’m hungry and thank goodness there was some ‘leftovers’ for vacuuming, err, recycling. I’d hate to waste God’s foodstuff, really.

Thank goodness for this nearby electrical outlet for charging in boost mode my smartphone which I’m using to blog. I love the QWERTY keyboard as it makes blogging possible and faster! I don’t think I could upgrade to an iPhone because there’s only a screen and my thumbs are too fat for blogging fast.

Anyway, I guess I’ll wait until she’s back in the SNF. Then I’ll come late tomorrow. I don’t care anymore. I do NOT wanna be liable for anymore incidences! I’m already sustaining injuries just processing her heaviness! WTF! Now my right hand wrist is feeling numb and my already right injured ankle has been affected from trying to lift her up.

I’m done! And Mom has been overheating with low grade temperature at the SNF due to lack of sufficient fluids (because she’s too passed out NOT to choke on a water). And so she’s resting comfortably again.

Something about bad karmic debt has knocked her on her skull and under my watch, symbolically for being a stubborn old fool. I told y’all that it’s better NOT to upset unto moi because something bad can happen and it did.

Sheesh! Can I go home now? No. Okay, fine.

FB