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It turns out I have bacterial pneumonia. The head of dialysis, Brittany, picked up my prescription
She surprised me with cookies and a turkey sub sandwich, too. Both were delicious!
Kyrie, one of the dialysis nurses, brought me home from the emergency room. Her Subaru was the perfect size to carry my walker and other stuff home.
She got to meet Andy while here, and he was the perfect kitty.
What I’m leaving mostly out is I chose to sleep today, and pretty much did it all day…till three police officers came into my bedroom to determine if I was alive or not.
The hospital tried to contact me, but the caller ID showed the phone number of the caller as 762-0666! That literally is any and everyone at a fairly large hospital. I no longer try to find out who called when I have that number pop up. I’m almost 78. I don’t have time to waste searching for the caller, being put on hold dozens of times, getting a “I’m not at my desk now, but will return blahblahblah….”
So, three police officers are there to find out why I haven’t answered the phone. On top of it, my sister told me not to clean because she and my niece would clean when they got here next weekend.
The apartment is a bigger mess than usual. I have pneumonia, for crap sake!!
I’d torn down my bed but hadn’t remade it.
I had not done much to straighten and clean because my sister told me not to. Andy’s shedding like it’s summer: the apartment looks like a pigsty!
On top of it, the police sergeant sees a clump of kitty hair or Greenies debris and assumes it’s all catshit! He asks for my sister’s phone number to verify the cleaning plan, of course, and I expect a new visit to make sure I’m competent and safe to live in catshit manor!
Whether I am physically up to it or not, I will get the big chunks taken care of before Kathy and Shannon arrive. I’ll feel better in a cleaner place, even if it is an ordeal to do.
Oh, there were bags of “used” cat litter that accumulated because I hadn’t worked out a safe way to get them to the dumpster. Brittany took all of them out!
The dialysis staff and patients are a little family at Box Butte General.