Nov 19th

    Oklahoma day. For those of you that live in Rio Linda, that's the pot-looking state on top of Texas. It's 108 yrs. old today. Why should I care? I would care because I was born there, and without me, you wouldn't have these, "fantastic," notes to nibble on!

   Okay, enough with the history lesson. Current Events started 10a and it was on our agenda to determine our favorite previously picked-out four You Tube videos. The first was about this homeless man and son handing out food to the homeless, the second, about high school kids starting a lunch pantry for those that couldn't afford lunch, I can't remember the third, and peace de la resistance: a dog that dominated a wedding video. Guess which one I voted for?

   By the time 11 a.m. rolled around we were dismissed. We were told before to cancel our lunches, but the official word on that is that the kitchen was having phone trouble the latter half of the week. So I got served my chicken tenders, salad, baked chips, diet root beer, and two cookies. Seeing as it was protein and I was in a hurry, I finished off the tenders, ignored the salad, moved the chip bag under the table, and gobbled (seasonably appropriate) down the cookies. That left me the diet root beer which I took down to the cafeteria to see the gang.

   There were us four in number and I believe three in charge over us.  We were going to the Houston aquarium. 

   When we got there, we were dazzled by all sorts of fish in the tanks and reptiles plus amphibians! I linked the red, and black poison dart frog. The main attraction were three Siberian tigers in the back. A male and female made their appearance. Brother and sister.

   We left the aquarium much like we did that early afternoon, except we didn't have eight school busses waiting for kids to board. On the way back, Lorna? The driver turned on the radio, "Sun, here it comes," as it was a classic oldie, but then, when we went back to country music, the disc jockey decided to play, "Big Black Horse and the Cherry Tree."  - I had seen Robin Williams in "Man of the Year." I sung all the way back.

   I had an easy day of it, of course, SP had to come to me, PT was all I had to worry about, but that was okay by me; I turned out bushed.

Nov 16th-18th

    I finally found an old acquaintance of mine: PT Christine C. It was little more than a glance, but due to her petite features, I knew her instantly. She tried to show me her card with her picture on it, but I waved it away. I wonder how she recognized me by  name?  She usually hung around the main gym, or so I thought. That made me feel like a dope, forgetting the hospital had a gym or two on every floor. She was in 3A or 3B while I was in 3C

   Enough of this crud. You wanna hear about the good stuff, not about Boy Wonder and the Mushy Side of Life. I'm not paid for that. 

   I can't even get off of the hospital floor no matter how..., hold that thought and think windows, and glass cutters! 

   This TIRR stuff is getting old pretty fast even conscious and the second time 'round. Although their method is sound, they sure have a reveille dedicated to couple of chickens. They squawk and hop about to raise the roof, or was this just in my dreams? Once I'm down (sleep-wise) the Onfi (med that helps me sleep and controls my seizures for me) it has some nasty side-effects, including the one that helps me sleep in, i.e: not good for 0800 wake-up call; not even the chickens. A rooster would be fine, thank-you.

  Hey, now; I'm finally in some groups. The R.E.A.C.H group and Currant Events,  not necessarily in that order. In the latter, the teacher picks out four or five events and asks us our opinions on them. In the former, we plan trips, times, places within a 10mi radius and on a Thursday, we implement our plan. I've done this before, and got egg in my face (that's pretty close to the truth.) Not so again, thanks much!

   Oh, today, the 18th, the OT split her time with me and Matt, the "Music Man." We worked on guitar technique, and mostly how to get my thumb out of the way on the chord hand or so I call it. I felt like a beginner next to him. 

   Ah, well, you can't have your cake and eat it too, I hear.

   Ben J

11/15

   My day started off totally quiet, but I was needing to get up when my nurse walked with my meds. I had Chaquita as a nurse again. I can almost swear that she has no shame. She walked in on me using the restroom, only to find out That she demanded that I change clothes, and changed hazard bags for the whites. She called it normal, but I know better. She sounded like a songbird stuck in the LaBrea Tar Pits. Do I want to play in her sandbox? Oh, yeah. Do I want to do something sneaky and lowdown? Of course. Would I honor God through that? That would be a no.

   Unbenounced to me, a fall festival was taking place in the first floor gym. Activities included bowling, photo shoots, football throwing, pets, and karaoke. What did I sing? Silly readers, opera is for officianados, of which I am one. "Largo Al Factotum." Word for word in, get this, Italian. I've been practicing since '13. Then it was on to John Denver and "Rocky Mountain High." 

   Most people detest karaoke, but I don't see why. Maybe it's the sound of the sound their voices? But seeing as my enemy had a look a good look at undercarriage, I figured I had nothing left to lose. Viva Jones!!!

 

Chiquita

  Chiquita. There's my quip with this place. She's driving Chiquita, crackers, and nuts. Naturally named after a banana company, my personal nurse is driving me up a wall, ex. Her loud mono-tone voice, boorish behavior, and acting like she hates her job. Being one of the blessed few to hang on to her job aka: me having her this time instead of some unblessed soul who had her in '12, when I had my stroke, she ought to feel more grateful and feeling towards patients who can't even get off of this floor without a nurse. To tell the truth, she'd make make a charging bull look good, or bring him to his knees with a glance. But she's messing with fire. There's only a certain I can get pushed, and it's a generous bit at that. There's a reason she's named after a fruit company: she's bananas!!!

   

A/O 11/12

    All therapies are over, at least for the first week of this temporary nut farm. At 2:30pm I'm setting pretty looking forward to a visit with my parents.

Update 2

Update 2
 
 I feel that the 8a-11p passes so quickly around here. Sometimes I don't even make to 11p. Moving day, I fell asleep at 6-ish-pm. It seems that this is just a stopping ground for interns. 85% of the people I knew are gone.
  The little nurse with blonde hair that works PT is still here, I think. I don't know about Cheryl the "Poop Queen." The "Singing Nurse," took off with her husband back East.
  The programs are still the same. ST, OT, PT, monthly pet visits, music class, etc... Just the staff is different. Way different. I just realized that most of them were interns and can go anywhere under the care of a doctor?.
  I was attacked by a drive-by seizure. (The usual ones I have at home) and you should have seen seen them! I was sure I was Caesar caught in my own status epilepticus. Half the staff showed up at the intersection, or at least more than I could count. I was shaking hands doctors and nurses whom I've never been acquainted.
                       From Texas International Rest and Relaxation Center,

                                                     Ben Jones

Here We Go Again

Update- They're sending me in again. I may be 4F in the army, but I'm a real pest in the medical division. That's right, I'm going down to TIRR central for a couple of weeks for a tune-up. I leave tomorrow and all guests would be welcomed. Ah, well, all in the line of duty, I guess. I look forward to getting a lot of work done on my book. Chapter seven couldn't be more aptly timed!