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Nursing Home Life

     When I'm not writing or crafting, I work as a Medical Records Director at a Nursing Home in the area. My job is to basically make sure resident's medical records are properly put in their correct place and secured. Having an IT degree and HIPAA Certification makes this easier as I understand HIPAA laws and information security.. Please note I make sure there is VERY little traffic in this office and absolutely NO ONE is allowed at my desk.

    I am a boss of papers here--although we are paperless...? Anyway even doing this job I get really close to some of our residents. This is a place of sickness and death and I'm not a stranger to either. We all have a morbid sense of humor here. Hell some people say it would border on unprofessional although around our residents our behavior IS professional. But that is not what this post is about.

    The last two deaths we have had here, the resident was alone and found to have been deceased in the early hours. Even with the new variant of COVID hovering over us, we allow family to stay with someone who is doing horribly, in serious decline, or just plain dying, as long as they sanitize or wash their hands and wear a mask. No family came to pay respects to either of these good people. That always bothers me. I do know that some people wait until family is not present to pass, but I hate the idea of someone being alone when this happens. 

    An unfortunate truth is that many of our residents have no family that give a flying fuck about the relative they have left in here. We become their family. We love them. I love our residents. I am not involved in their direct care like our CNAs and Nursing staff, but I am always here for a hug, a tuck-in, a sympathetic ear, and hell sometimes I will even read to them; the Bible or whatever.

    We have residents who have very limited intellectual capacity. I learned substituting in Exceptional Children that these folks are some of our greatest treasures. I spend much of my free time with these two, they are the sweetest ones unless there is a meltdown, which is part of their conditions. What chaps my ass is that these two were thrown in here and seemingly forgotten by their "families." One of them loves cartoons and his TV went caput. I donated him one of my spare ones from home. He clapped and stomped his feet happy to have the Disney channel again. Made us both happy. :)

    My folks had to be in facilities. I never ONCE didn't call or insist they call me if something was wrong. Yes sometimes I was an ass if I wasn't satisfied with their care. I heard a CNA yell at my dad...I made sure she was fired. The nurses and administrators were completely shocked that I continually stuck my nose in their care and visited them each weekend...or I made sure someone did! When they passed, I was with them. Mother in March of 2016 and Dad in January of 2020, just before COVID broke.

    I make it a point to visit those who have passed in here for a few minutes to pay my respects. If family is there I offer condolences and then leave unless they want me to hang out. They all have my respect no matter how combative they can get. They simply can't help how they get. I do not judge people who have to put their loved ones in a facility. I do judge those who stuff them in here and forget about them. You people should have the shit beat out of you. This is a hard place to live.

We have completely failed our elderly.

Many of God's greatest treasures are the ones we throw away.

Yeah I said it.

My New Mascot

     This is my new mascot. The old one I had I was actually using w/o permission, so I decided to draw my own. She is a grouchy old bat and is loosely based on myself and my mother. Enjoy the bitterness!

I Post What I DAMN Well Like...Thank You VERY Much!

 

            ...Well...looks like I will be posting here again. I fucking hated WordPress. Piece of shit. I am no a huge fan of BlogSpot either, but for now, it will have to do. I am in the process of doing my own site, if I hardcoded it in notepad++ I could actually get the damn thing to do what I want in half the time. So a new site soon. 

    Frankly, I am tired of social media, technology, "the cloud," and all that shit. We have become such a narcissistic society that we actually have the temerity to think people give 2 fucks--or even one fuck--about our unimportant little lives or our opinions. YEAH, I FUCKING SAID IT! Oh boo hoo people don't fake depression; they do, oh boo hoo no one cares; someone does but it might not be the person you want. As I heard on a funny video..." the field of fucks is completely barren."

    Oh my god! I have to display all my cleavage and how good my body looks so I can get likes and be an influencer. I like tik tok vids that make me laugh, but that's about the extent of it. No one cares to see your T&A but some horny creep with nothing better to do. No one gives jack shit about your politics either.

    Gay? So? Liberal? So? Conservative? So? NO ONE FUCKING CARES...especially our government. Want a living wage...get off your lazy ass and work for it like our parents did. And I am not a Boomer, thank god. 

TIPS:

GOOGLE IS NOT FACTS! I CAN'T STRESS THAT ENOUGH!

YOUR OPINION IS NOT A FACT, AND NEITHER IS MINE!

MOST OF YOU WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO DO REAL RESEARCH IF THE DIRECTIONS WERE LITERALLY POURED INTO YOUR BRAIN!

HE WHO CONTROLS THE MEDIA CONTROLS ALL SHEEP ESPECIALLY EVERYONE IN THE GOOD 'OL US OF A!

DEFUND POLICE...LOOK AT ATL.

YEAH! I FUCKING SAID IT!

My Cat the Dope Head

Once upon a time, I had a Maine Coon named Neko. (Hell, I still have her!) One day, I realized she loved her cat nip...a little too much. So here is a little pictorial of an adventure she had the other day dipping into her nip...

This is a pot of beautiful catnip. It's actually a pot within a pot. I put it in the big pot because my cats would not stay out of it and kept knocking it over.

So, I removed catnip from this big pot because it rained and the pot retained water and I did not want said catnip to drown. As soon as I did this, Neko decided to have a drink--of water filled with catnip!!

And here we go!

She starts loving on the rose bush!!

In fear that she would scratch herself up, I took her into the house...

 Where she ran into my husband's closet and refused to come out...paranoia?

After she got out of the closet (finally,) she passed out for a few hours.

Then she got the munchies and ate a whole bowl of cat food!

So remember kiddies, if you don't talk to your cats about cat nip, who will??

Dumbass of the Week Award

http://www.foxnews.com/science/2018/05/11/cheetahs-chase-tourists-at-dutch-safari-park-after-family-gets-out-car-to-snap-pictures.html


I know it's Fox News but this video says it all. So you're on safari, or in a safari park and you spot a few cheetahs lounging about. What do you do? Well, those with sense would more than likely keep a good distance away and take a picture or two from your vehicle. Not these bozos...and they have a baby with them too....

*facepalm*

Copy and paste the link above into your internet browser to view video.

Help for the Offended

Feelings hurt? Didn’t get what you want? Feeling life isn’t being fair to you?

Then cry some more! Call O-1-1 and complain!! O as in the letter…or 5 if you are too stupid to look at your phone and see what that number the letter O is assigned to.

You’ll talk to other whiners and complainers who can help you find some libtard movement to become a part of, call the media for you to blow the whole thing out of proportion, or offer you help in ordering a pacifier, a coloring book, crayons, a blanket—weighted or extra-large baby, and hell, even some Valium if you need it. The more offended you are, the more help you can get! Be sure to tell your Crybaby Advocate your location so you can find the safe space closest to you that has gun-free, drug-free, and truth-free zone signs posted.

Just dial O-1-1 and listen to the prompts:

For English press 666, for a list of all other languages, press 1.

If social media hurt you, press 2.

If you overheard a joke you found offensive—even though you had no business ease dropping, press 3.

If you feel sad because you didn’t get a participation trophy or unending praise at work for just showing up today, press 4.

If someone’s yard display, i.e. nativity scene, Halloween decorations, etc. offended you and you feel you have the right to tell people what to put on their own property, press 5.

If you are calling because you dropped your lollie, press 6.

If you feel violated because a man told you that you looked good today, press 7.

If you are mad because someone doesn’t agree with you and you know all your opinions are facts, press 8.

If you are calling because someone said the words, fat, ugly, slow, dumbass, slut, best friend, or absolutely any word you felt labeled someone or something, press 9.

The  numbers for the following options must be pressed in quick succession!

If you felt someone was pushing their beliefs because they are a hateful Christian and who said for you to have a “Blessed day,” press 10.

If you feeling you were treated horribly because you were being stupid and someone called you out on it, press 11.

If you are absolutely horrified because someone let the dog out in any weather under 70 degrees and over 75 degrees, press 12.

If you are equally horrified because someone accidentally stepped on the cat’s tail, press 13.

If you are calling because you saw someone reading the books Gone with the Wind, or To Kill a Mockingbird, and it made you feel oppressed or made you paranoid that the person reading it might want to oppress you even though they have no idea who the hell you are and are just enjoying good literature that might make them think about how bad things were, press 14.

If your child is studying factual history (not whitewashed to make it appear that really bad things didn’t happen to certain people or that they might find out about a person who hurt your or someone else’s’ ancestors), press 15.

If you feel it was unjust that someone was talking about whatever and didn’t include you—even though you don’t know, or barely knew the offender--and the conversation didn’t include all races, gender identities, ethnic backgrounds, people with disabilities, kids who were bullied, autism, all religions, etc., whether the conversation had anything to do with them or not, press 16.

If your brat got on Facebook and spouted a bunch of political bullshit he or she knows nothing about and received backlash, press 17…NOW! If you're the brat in question, go back on Facebook and cry about being bullied.

If you were denied welfare benefits because you think work sucks, press 18.

If you are a criminal and feel sad because no one trusts you now, press 19.

If you feel some people think they are better than you because not everyone is just like you, doesn’t think like you, possesses gifts you don’t have, has their own life, is thinner than you, has a better financial situation than you because they worked for it, or won’t share their marbles and you can’t make them, press 20.

If you are upset because someone told you criminals don’t follow laws no matter how tough the laws are, press 21.

If you’re pissed off because you can’t marry your teddy bear, press 22.

If you’re mad because you’re a feminist who screws everything that moves, has different baby-daddies, runs around displaying your “assets”, and feel you are being ‘sexualized’, (and someone dared laughed at your pussy hat), press 23.

If you think it’s an injustice that people don’t accept your decision to identify as a tree instead of a human, press 24.

If you’re upset because disability denied your claim and laughed at you for saying you had PTSD because you watched a scary movie, press 25.

If you’re mad because you weren't allowed to bring you’re service goat into the grocery store, press 26.

If you’re a spoiled brat whose parents hurt your little self-esteem because they DARED discipline you because you were being an asshole either by putting you in the corner, yelling at you, grounding you, taking away your phone, or god forbid, giving you a swat on the butt, press 27.

If you’re crying because someone isn’t your friend, or simply doesn’t like you, press 28.

If you just can’t take it anymore because everyone in the world, especially those who really want to do you harm, won’t join hands and sing Cum-bi-ya, because you felt that asking them to “please stop” would make them change their minds, press 29.

If you are completely overwhelmed and on the verge of or are screaming like your mama died because a candidate you voted for in some election didn’t win and you just have to change this, press 30.

If you’re a straight, white, Christian male, please hang up and go drown yourself now--everything in the world is absolutely your fault.

If you’ve forgotten why you got offended but are still crying, feeling sad, or mad, please wait on the line and a qualified Crybaby Advocate will answer your call shortly.

If this hotline offended you in any way, hang up, get a life, a JOB, a hobby, or something because you obviously have too much time on your hands—or better yet, close your internet browser and don’t read it. Get off the internet or your smart phone and go spend time with people. Some of them actually love you for some reason.

To repeat these options, please press #*@1