I’m still here

I’m pleased that I spent two days with my sister and that we got some things done. I’m partial to growing flowers, and any person who helps me with that is fine with me.

My CNAs have helped me water and take pictures of what I have grown so far. Some of my caregivers are outstanding and have gone the extra mile for me. The others, well, let’s just say that they’re leaving on a midnight train to Georgia or wherever and however. We have a new DON who I believe to be a great helper. She will help us shape up or get shipped out.

Now, that’s what I’m talking about. There is no excuse for what has happened in this facility for far too long. Accountable performance, a watchful eye, and excellent training and tracking are what I believe to be coming down the track.

I would have it great now if I ever had it good before. I’m still here. After being unattended to for five hours in bed, forgotten on the commode, and a half-dozen or so other atrocities, good times are here. Thank goodness, we’ve got ’em.

I can hardly remember how bad it was at times. Like a woman and childbirth, extreme pain is a memory almost forgotten and keenly refreshed with the next child.

I can see clearly now the rain is gone… Sunshiny days. I am grateful for all of you who care and were ready to jump in and help. My sister was ready to hurt someone about her brother. Put up your sword. Those who live by the sword will die by the sword.

Progress was all right. Only it went on too long. James Thurber. Ha ha. Maybe so, but a change has come. Like a breath of fresh air. Speaking of air, I was off the ventilator this morning for twelve minutes. I’ll gradually work back up to more time. Next, I will begin talking a little. How? I believe it’s still in me. I have been moving my mouth for a long time to keep those muscles used to it. I believe. I work. I don’t give up. We are all different. Simplysaidbysimon, be the one… ALS – Asserting Life’s Supercool. Thanks, Jilliane.