One dreary morning, after a full day of rain, Mr. Slug was out taking a three-hour walk across the patio. As he crossed the damp concrete slab near his normal stomping grounds, he thought to himself…”What in the hell is my purpose in life?” Continue reading Mr. Slug
It’s not nice to make light of people who are trapped in the awfulness of a Long-Term Care Facility, but here’s a funny story. The last of the Roanoke stories, quite maybe. Continue reading Checkmate
I was gonna write something angry today, seeing as to how I’m still pissed at the Shenandoah Valley Teen Challenge people, whom I helped and worked with, before I got got sick two years ago, after which they stopped talking to me. Seems that I violated God’s rules of payment. So, instead, I thought I’d write something strangely nice. Continue reading Two Years after Long-Care Help
I was sitting at a bar one afternoon, hanging out with the regulars, just sipping on a beer and shooting the breeze. I hadn’t been born or raised in the area, but had morphed into a bar fly through osmosis, averaging four or five visits a week, and talking a good game while possessing the ability to drink to an unhealthy level while still working a job for 60 hours a week. That made you normal, just one of the guys. Continue reading Self Medication
A continuation of the Roanoke story: down, almost gone, but not finished.
The Activity Director and her staff did a terrific job of scheduling creative activities for the residents of the home. There were dry erase boards at two of the nurses’ stations that listed the activities by day and by hour. Continue reading Permanent Marker-The Sequel
The transport ambulance had been 45 minutes late for the 3-hour drive to the convalescent home. And, on top of that, it was raining. Neither of the drivers seemed overly concerned, continually chit-chatting about things that had nothing to do with patient care. Continue reading Permanent Marker