Damn Dorsolateral Syndrome

Dr.

life, even without Hezbollah bombs and Israel hunger to smite its enemies, even without GW Caesar the brownshirt Rove placing invisible serial numbers on every computer print out... even without unknowable numbers of water molecules, like riders on minutes specks of carbon pollution, combatting sunlight and sending it back to space like a mirror (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/sun/ ) keeping us momentarily safe from who the hell knows what (ask Al Gore)...

none of that matters, I'm borderline suicidal and life sucks...

how u doin'

R.

****I'm not sure why I'm so ill tempered. The entire nursing home moved to a new one on July 19th. In the desire to make it homey, lots of design things have been done which don't allow the staff to communicate and segregate residents and 1 or 2 CNA's into little households of 15. (The nurses might as well be in Indiana.) It is perfect for the visually orientated person. The doors are recessed. None of the hallways are straight and it is nice in a skin deep kind kind of way. I think it is awful and lonely. Most elderly people don't have the best spatial orientation and, for hominess, we put them in a single room in a maze. The only residents who aren't afraid of getting lost are residents with a great deal of dementia... Exit door don't lock for more than 15 seconds. Just a lovely in faerieland created in the mind of someone who has never cared for the elderly. Roommates encourage some interaction and consideration. At least an unliked roommate encourages feelings and the urge to leave the room. Single rooms encourage, at least so far, a desire to keep the blinds closed and take a nap. So far, I hate it. Plus, in my position, I get to run around (I must walk miles) between four different "households." My feet hurt... wah! wah!

July 29, 2006