QuadBlog Ep. 60

I’m a little torn of which way to ‘write’ today, like it’s a dead-set 51/49 split between writing what you’re about to hear and a blog about ‘always doing things to remind me of my youth’ – because OMG the latter is so true. You know, I just reckon I couldn’t pull off 500 words about that. I mean there’s only so much you can write about building bmx’s, listening to the Beastie Boys and wearing Jordan 5’s. Also, I don’t want to completely kill and over-think my midlife crisis vibe, I kinda like it and the memories.

So today, woohoo get excited – okay maybe don’t – but I’m going to write a few random dot points again about some of the things that have happened to me over the past few days. I just this is a good way to give y’all a more intimate snapshot of my live, or something like that.

  1. The other day at 6am I woke to a commotion in the house, and far out these deathly screams. No shit it was like something straight out of a horror movie but constant. And what it was, after my audible investigation, it was my new housemate (who I’ve still only seen twice as she’s always in bed) and what sounded like her screaming for her life. I think the ambulance dudes then arrived and shipped her off, and the whole thing went on for about 10 minutes. But I’ll never really know what happened as nobody tells me shit. All I know for sure, when the morning staff walked into my room at 7am it was as if it never happened.
  2. In the middle of the night the other night, maybe around 3am, I did my usual piss water roll routine. However, and gosh blimey the staff member didn’t put the cap back on the feeding tube properly. So, about 10 minutes later I was covered in the water I’d just drunk and gastric juices. Bloody hell. It’s just so hard to tell {that you’re leaking) when you’re half asleep and the liquid is body temp or even warmer. Plus, gees I can’t even begin to tell you how many times this has happened, so gross.
  3. Even though that last point is a ‘red cross’ for staff, shit I can’t even begin to tell you how relieved to now have some of my normal slash regular staff returning. You see, as a staff member worked here who was Covid positive a few weeks back, well everyone who came into contact with them was sent off into mandatory iso. It was 25 staff. Hence, we’ve been running on ring-ins and agency staff for the past two weeks, and it’s been a nightmare at times. Actually this has been a big problem that’s been discussed in the media a lot, especially with regards to nursing homes/. But for the time being I’ve got my ‘regulars’ back, and I’m happy to see the familiar faces and people who know my shit, it just makes life so much easier. Only for how long!??
  4. At the moment I’m not allowed any visitors, and honestly it’s been awful, especially not seeing dad. I mean we do FaceTime but it’s just not the same. Anyways, the other day dad dropped my food shopping off, and even though I’m almost positive that I broke protocol (fuck em), I did manage to see dad the other day for about 2 minutes – at a distance of about 4 metres. But I guess what I wanted to point out, it’s just so weird treating my father like this, like a criminal (especially when, for the two weeks prior I’d been working with agency staff ‘intimately’ who I’d never seen before in my whole damn life). Oh and when dad was here for those 2 minutes, to rub insult to injury, I’m pretty sure the floor staff have been told to ring the ‘site manager’ if my dad ever arrives, so she came strait over to basically tell dad to piss off. And sure this is ‘apparently’ what it takes to keep me safe but gees it made me feel like shit.

Weird times. Sad face.

 

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