Well, Often Delayed

May 8, 2013 … (Delayed) 

Well, two days are here.  The doctoring nurse ordered some things over which a problem arose.  Attempts to figure it out didn’t succeed yesterday and today the homemaker aide came, which took up the better part of the business day.  Then friend came along and what became evident was that friend is very ill and in no shape to be asked for favors like bring a couple of gallons of water….  Change is about to appear on the horizon, and to what is unknown.  Meanwhile there is the nagging suspicion that there is something amiss somewhere in the workings of the government.  Besides that, it is nearing time to think of rent money orders. 

May 9, 2013 … (Delayed) 

Today’s unwanted “event” had to do with the homemaker aide’s referral.  The staff person from the agency that’s in charge of coordinating things sent a letter titled “May check.”  There is no monthly checking in this business.  She had part of the aide services “on hold” (not ordered or something) meanwhile the agency that actually sends the people has sent the woman for a couple of months.  The day’s need was to call the doctor’s office, which had to go to the back burner in favor of sorting out (maybe) the aide services.  The aide is essential.  She can be sent to get the mail and groceries.  Housekeeping might get done otherwise.  

May 10, 2013 … (Delayed) 

What went wrong today was different.  The food truck was due today.  The list got made out and taped outside of the door and all that, but the man was terribly late.  A visit to the bathroom was put off until absolutely necessary, and that’s when he came.  Although he was talking, it wasn’t possible to understand what he was saying.  Well, he made a mistake (or substituted) in the order and what was unexpectedly found in the kitchen later was two dozen cheeseburgers.  They’re in the freezer.  One was eaten.  Another disturbing letter about the homemaker aide arrived.  The supervisor wants to come over and “watch her work.” 

May 11, 2013 … (Delayed) 

The big concern of the day was another scooter re-charging.  They only last about three days, and that’s if there is not much use beyond rolling around in the apartment.   As usual getting started in the morning amounted to some doing, but somehow things got squared away soon enough that by early evening that “activity” got set up so it would be finished before the likes of midnight.  The light bulb burned out in the kitchen again (it happens about once a month), so there was immediate need for extra scooter use to go to the office Monday for maintenance….  Seems like there’s no way around sudden desperate need. 

May 12, 2013 … (Delayed)

It’s Mother’s Day in the U.S.A.  And, that’s all the farther this got on Mother’s Day itself.  Friend came by as usual on Sundays shortly after noon.  With great joy it was learned he would try to change the burned out light bulb in the kitchen.  He had to stretch quite a bit, but it got changed saving the newly re-charged scooter energy that would have been used going down to the office to express the need and the annoyance of keeping alert for maintenance.  There was time on the computer, and from very early evening onward it was more or less sleep.  Friend took money to get stuff to be delivered on a later day. 

May 13, 2013. 

Having awakened from yesterday’s long evening nap about an hour after midnight, the first idea was to change the bandages on both hands.  That has been a need for a good week.  Twelve hours later it still isn’t done.  The plants did get their Sunday watering in the middle of the night.  Medical people have come by and taken away some blood.  Friend stopped by with the goods — alcohol for wounds, cake for spirit, scotch tape….  The lady with lunch has been by and left a cheeseburger and more.  It’s the noon hour, and one finger hurts, which is unusual.  A little is getting put here so there is something to read. 

Precision is for robots. 

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One response to “Well, Often Delayed

  1. Ann Clough aka AmberAnn

    Pity you don’t live in England..am sure you would be better cared for…your blogs don’t do the American care system a bit of good….Just take care now.

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