September Cometh….

It’s a shade after 1:00 p.m. Saturday, August 31, 2013.  The  last four and a half days have been a confused muddle, to the point where the apartment rent was a forgotten item.  A look at the calendar one day or the other included the idea of taking the money order to the office come Friday (yesterday as this being done) and it was forgotten.  Fortunately they have provided a drop box where it might be deposited and written encouragements to do so.  It can still be properly done tomorrow as this is being written (on Sunday, September 1).  It will take getting an envelope, writing a note for a receipt and an extra trip downstairs.   

Yesterday (Friday again) was a day of considerable unexpected pain unrelieved by anything but a stay in bed and the heating pad.  The nurse came shortly after 11:00 a.m. and changed the bandages and that was the end of things.  The lunch lady and the food truck driver both shifted for themselves.  Enough energy was mustered shortly thereafter to put stuff away.  Regular friend stopped by extra with fast food sandwich and some french fries.  Enough energy was mustered to eat it, but some of the trash was not properly dumped.  There was no clean up of the nursing services activity beyond her putting the supplies away. 

Do this message for the week even though it be incomplete is a good idea since even the Saturday morning prescription pill was forgotten.  While the pain isn’t enough to be screaming about it, it is enough to make it difficult to think clearly for the most part.  There was a similar break at an unremembered time (maybe Thursday) when The Diary’s Blog got a message done.  That wasn’t hard it being Labor Day weekend and county fair time in Dayton.  Tomorrow (Sunday) on the other hand regular friend is expected to help some more, and on Monday there is to be more nursing services, time unknown at present.  

And, what happened in the four and a half days as well as can be remembered as of the moment?  Tuesday is an absolute blank.  On Wednesday first on the scene was maintenance along with about four other men interested in the windows for some actually unexplained reason.  They measured them.  A bug that had gotten in somehow sat on the ceiling.  After much pleading one of them killed it.  It was said it was a stink bug and none of them wanted to do it.  Lunch lady and nursing services came.  Emergency sort of homemaker aide came, and with instructions from the nurse washed the hair and down to the behind (included). 

The chores list for the homemaker aide was based on the fact that the scheduled aide had been a complainable “pill” around January.  She was finally nice, but as she was provided a few specifics by the nurse, she ended up not finishing all that was listed and still worked well over a half of an hour in overtime.  For one thing the rug didn’t get swept.  In addition, the nurse had gotten back a test result that said a root of the medical problems at least in some respects was not straight out fungal infection but was instead bacterial, which changes things, like missing the prescription pill may not be a bad thing. 

So, as of today (Saturday), the rug wasn’t swept, some supplies are low, laundry went home with regular friend yesterday to be brought back tomorrow (Sunday) etc.  Some odds and ends have to be cleaned up.  The rent has to be paid.  Light bulb time is at hand as not only the light for the plants went out earlier this past week, but yesterday the bulb in the main light went out.  Homemaker aide stuff is up in the air (the one that came was subbing), and it seems the medical things have changed while it’s a holiday weekend, so the doctor can’t be expected for a few days at best. 

Uncertainty readily upsets plans. 


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