Here's an interesting job

If I was in shape this is what I would like to be paid to do.

"If you want a shot, your're hoing to have to dance for it."

That line and the image that followed it was the funniest thing I saw on last night's 30 Rock.

Low key day. I did all my therapy in the morning so had all the afternoon to myself. I went up the street and ordered way to much sushi/tempura and udon.

The powers that be say that since no one admits dropping my Xbox, they won't replace it. They might pay to fix it, but fixing one right now is literally cheaper than buying one. I'll trouble shoot one more time then way my options.

Still no progress

Right now they want me off my feet for most of the day I can't get my shoes or socks on. My feet and calves are really swollen and painful to touch. I really don't want to go on dialysis again, but if that would do the trick, I would be willing to do it (albeit temporarily). So I have been sitting around doing crosswords, solitaire, napping, and watching my court shows.

Slog has been a bit of a bore. Just more stuff about the P-I goind under, which is inevitable.


The most interesting thing I read today was on Nancy Leson's blog about a local man who ate sushi everday for a month. Some nice pictures.

Kit

There is a lifer hear named Kit who has occupied Room one Hall one (the first room on the left when exiting the lobby) for God knows how, at least no one here seems to know how long she’s been, let alone why she is here.

One of the receptionists, who has worked here the longest said Kit was in Room one Hall one ever since she got here in 1967 (I should have asked the if she had had the same roommate all this time, though I doubt it).

As much gossip that goes around here, even if the news can be weeks behind, no one knows any facts about Kit. Most think it is something mental, but I find her quite lucid. When she isn’t reading, smoking, watching TV, or asleep in the living room chair, she is willing to have a pleasant albeit superficial conversation.

My tactless ex-roommate would either describe her appearance as “a kyke and a classic Bull Dyke” or when he thought he was being complimentary “Tug Boat Annie.” To me she looked like any other Pacific Northwest woman raised in wet weather who at some point in her life decided that shorter hair is easier to manage when it rains all the time.

She doesn’t appear to have a change of clothes but seems always clean but does not have any odor as I can tell. She does smoke a lot but manages to keep the funk out of her clothes or stains off he teeth or fingers.

As far as I know she has not had a long term roommate. I know the woman that Kit lives with now, but don’t feel right prying, but I have never seen them interact. (At this point I must confess I have taken every meal for the past thirteen months in my room rather than watch a roomful of old people, some toothless, eat.

Kit has no real friends amongst the residence but has a cordial relation towards most of the staff, and also myself, because we despise Ray, the hermit who camps out in the lobby to force the rest of us to either watch the Weather channel or FOX.

Anyway, it has been such a slow day I’ve just been observing Kit as a potential character. She is gruff on the outside with a bit of a soft interior. She has no problem admitting her sexual preference, her political affiliation, the fact that she has given up Judaism in favor of Paganism (I am guessing she went to college in the early, very early 1970s. Just don’t ask why she is in the home. The first time I asked a large cloud passed. “That is a private matter,” she stated. Then the cloud passed and things were back to normal. She read and I wandered off to find something to do.

I haven’t any deep conversations with her, or anyone else since, and I’m OK with that but I’ll keep my ears open and try find out who this woman is?

BTW, If I were ever to go blind she could never sneak up on me. As she shuffles she say's "Oy, Oy, Oy, Oy, Oy,....) Personally, I find one "Oy" enough.

I know I have been sporadic blogger

I feeling a bit better since yesterday but I haven't ventured out any further outside than to get coffee and I am having trouble getting back in in the building, which was easy. I seem to have lost the ability to bend at the waist or lift my legs. An many ways I feel like I am starting over (all 14 months back), but the therapists are optimistic, so we'll see.

Since I got back the doctors have stuffed so me with much antibiotics I think is contributed to my ennui. I have so many tubes sticking out of me it's a wonder I am still able to go back to edit the blog. Sometimes when I look up at the screen it looks like random box of Scrabble tiles...mostly consonants.

I've also managed to use up all of the Starbucks cards I've received from Marianne and Todd, and am still trying to find a nice gift from from the certificate that was given to me by Aunt Jeanette and her family. I aslos want to thank you who sent me cards, especialy Rachel and Nancy.

I also just got done watching The Dark Knight, which I thought was very good, and so was Heath Ledger, but had he not died the mos he could have hoped for is an MTV movie award (unless tere was such lousy selection of supporting actors this year.

Feeling a little bit better

I am still a bit weak and need help in and out bed in bed, but barring a relapse, I should be fairly well recovered by the end of the Month. I still plan on doing something for my birthday at the end of the month.

Bummer news is that some tool here dropped my XBOX360 while I was in the hospital and it will be some time before a I can get it fixed. Insult to injury, I had just bought 5 new games.

I've tried to keep track of what has been going in Seattle and the World, but I am either on so any painkillers and antibiotics that I can't think straight, unless I had a stroke left undetected

I'm alive

I just got out of the hospital at around 4:00 this afternoon today I am very tired and pretty exhausted. I still have lots of tubes sticking out of me, but I do feel better, knock wood I hope to be better by early February.

Ten days ago, by the time I made to the hospital my temperature went up to 1o4.6° The nurses and doctors kept asking me who am I and where I am "thinking I don't fucking care; just make it fast or let me roll over and die."

I completely freaked out when they tried give me a cat scan, and I've had my share of cat scan in my life. And that was just first day. I'll write more wen lucid.