I Took Mr. Traffic To The Movies

To see Star Trek last night for the ten o'clock showing. It wasn't until we were underway that he told me that he has a nine o'clock appointment with the burn and wound unit. It was rather scary. I thought he was so much better, and it turns out he's still very frail. I was afraid he would not be able to walk across the lobby, then he took a rest on a bench after he did get across. Then I worried whether he would be able to make it to the end of the hallway to the movie . But he manged. He kept falling asleep during the movie and then would wake up and complain that he didn't know what was going on. But, at the end, he said it was a good movie.

I'm going to have to admit now that Mr. Traffic must be a little senile. I don't think it's the drugs making him wonky. I don't know what to do. He needs a little managing, but I don't really have the time. Then there's the fact that he can't remember what's been told to him. How am I to help him, if he can't remember the names of the organizations that are dealing with him? If I say the right name, he remembers what that name is connected to. For instance, I have discovered that the girl who "helps" him, is an employee of In Home Health Care, which was what I was trying to get for him. He said that there was a social worker, who sat down with him, and her, and decided what she could do for him. I want to talk to this social worker and find out what was decided, and why.

He still can't remember my phone number or where he has put it, or how to retrieve it on his phone. He can't phone anyone, because of this.

Mr. Traffic has decided to purge his stuff. I don't know whether it's because he realized that he couldn't get around in the house because of the clutter, or he realized it needed organization after staring at it all this time, trapped on the couch. He says that there is a ton of stuff down the side of the house, waiting to removed by the trash company. So, there will be no more pictures of the plane. He gave it away to someone. But he seems to be happy, besides complaining about his level of constant pain.
I wish I could be of more help to him.

I'm Staying Home Tonight

Have been seeing Mr. Traffic. He's much better. He's taking care of his telephone messages. A person is coming in to help him twice a week for 45 minutes. Yes, that's right , 45 MINUTES! She can do a light load of lawdry, or the dishes, or help him bath or even cook a little for him. But not vacuum or mop or clean the toilets! He does appreciate her taking out the trash. Guess who gets to pick up the slack. I'm going to see if I can contact the visiting nurse association. But, for all I know, that's who the girl works for.
Mr. Traffic can now follow the plot of a movie he hasn't seen before, which he couldn't do when he was really sick. His legs are of normal dimensions now. Only the reddish skin and the peeling dead white skins on then says that;s there is something wrong with them. He says the reddish brown color is apparently scar tissue.
However his eyesight has not returned to it's former level. He can't see to do anything really. Large print magazines with the magnifier, is all he can do. It's a good thing he has a 52 inch screen TV! He can make that out pretty good. I was suppose to take him to Lenscrafters, but I was too late yesterday, and tonight I want for myself. Eventually I have to go to Walmart and buy cat supplies tonight, but not right now.
I have been running back and forth to Lowes to get a new belt for the cooler. Have finally got the right one, and got it on by myself. I bent the pole for the float down so the water isn't running on the ground like last year. I have been unable to get the door on it off to replace the arm. I also found replacement pads, but won't get them. There are four of them on the swamp cooler. They are $70.00 EACH!!! The pads are four years old. I guess I will have to save my money up for next year.
I have set my vacation up for July 13 to 18. I will take it off from both jobs. This will kill me moneywise, but I really need a break. I have been working two jobs for four years now. I only have one day a week off. I need some downtime.

what can be more embarrassing then Donald Trump making gang signs?

Went And Saw Mr. Traffic Today

He's doing better. One leg is completely healed, the other almost. Size wise, they look normal. His feet are still swollen. Mentally he seems to be more alert. Still doesn't realize that his phone won't work because there is no phone jack in the room. Mr. Traffic doesn't seem to realize that he is in a locked ward facility for "mentally challenged" people. I would like to know who decided THAT. Mr. Traffic might be having a little confusion, but I think he belongs in the other care place down the road where they have phones in the room and can go and come as they please. He's still complaining about being given weaker drugs. I'm not sure whether or not he is being given weaker drug, rather that they are being given to him in the right amounts and times. I let him talk to his sister in Florida on my cell phone. She asked me to have Mr. Traffic put him on his contact sheet, so she can have access to him. Today, I have to talk to his cardiologist, and the people at the care place to find out what's going on. It all depends whether Mr. Traffic was placed under his own cognizance or whether he is under state care, or maybe even his son's in Nigeria.
I also bought him a snake lamp with a build in magnifier. The box said that it had a light in place and a spare one in the box. Well, it didn't. It had the spare light, but not one already in. And of course, the cover was held in place with screws. So, back again I will go with a screw driver. Also, two checks, from Mr. Traffic's house.
I also have to get Goosie's and Jilly's rabies shot today and paid it. I'm out of time on that. It's due on the 30Th. And work on the house. My brother is coming over tomorrow and I want no comments from him on it's state. I'm looking at it like this; the more I do now ,the more I will be able to do on my vacation. I'm going to clean out the old radio room and put the litter boxes in there and get rid of more BF's boxes. Hopefully I will be able to get to the point where people don't know I have all these cats when they come through the front door. (which is where the litter boxes are now).

Testing Again!

	So, this is to see if I can get around the SMM message limit AND post pictures again. Saw Mr. Traffic today. His drug dose has been cut or they are just giving it to him when he's suppose to take it. He has no phone acess and is in a locked ward!

too bad to let him go home.

what shall I babble about? Mr. Traffic is in a care place now. The ambulance came and took him to his doctor's appointment, and they decided his legs were

This is another test blog to see if I go over the character limit, whether blogger will string them together or serve them up as separate posts. Let's see,

Yes, it worked!

But, apparently only on SMN. "this is a test post to see if I can mobile blog." The picture message (which has 1000 character limit) doesn't. Rats! I guess this will be like Twitter. At least I can go back and edit them, like I am doing now.

Mr. Traffic and Stuff

Mr. Traffic hasn't had a stroke, and Mr. Traffic is not senile. Mr. Traffic is taking WAY to much vicodent. In fact there is no telling how much he is taking. We are also pretty sure that he's not taking his other meds as well. Just the pain killer and the sleeping pills. The reason I feel that he is not taking the others is; they have to be timed and they have to be taken with food. Right now Mr. Traffic is living on what the neighbor next door cooks for him for lunch, and when I get over there fast food. I never see him take anything besides the pain killer. He also has no idea what day or time it is. So how can he be taking them, let alone properly? He's also lieing about it. I asked him about this and he snarled that he knew how many pills were going into his body everyday. I'm afraid I was a little snotty because I was worried and pissed.
I have talked to his brother and he's the one who told me about the over dosing. I can see it now, I think. I also consider that Mr. Traffic has a MAJOR infection and is 75. Still I would like to see more control over the pills and the food intake. To bad Mr. Traffic refused the service for having someone come in around 5 hours a day to cook and clean for him. Yes, he said no, and it's another thing he has lied to me about.
I have emailed his son twice, 1st, to say come home and preform a conservorship, the 2nd, to say, I don't know. Since apparently they have both failed it doesn't matter.
I will see him Sunday. I have been going over after work the last three days, but he has already gone to bed each time.
It looks like I might be able to mobile blog again, we will see if it works out, I have T-Mobile.

I'm pretty afraid for Mr. Traffic

He's pretty much conch bound and loopy. He can't keep track of anything and doesn't know what day it is or even what time it is. He can't cook, or wash his clothes. I have no idea whether he's getting any food besides what his next door neighbor is feeding him. When I was there yesterday, he told me what he had eaten and drinking the assure, which he really like, but what about today? I need to know who the person who is that is injecting him with his antibiotics. This person is suggesting that Ron goes into a hopise. This is all well and good, but isn't that where you go to DIE? Why not the convansiont hospital?
Mr. Traffic does need help. His leg is leaking like crazy, into the carpet. I think I know how he got the infection. I want to talk to that person, and I want meals on wheels to come out everyday. Unfortunately Mr. Traffic is in no condition to tell me any of this stuff. I guess I'm going to have to leave a note on his door for the care giver.
I went over there tonight to feed the cat, but Mr. Traffic never woke up when I knocked or even phoned him, so I just snuck in and fed Fuffer and snuck out again. I feel so quity about not waking him up, but I was afraid of scaring him and he was sleeping so soundly. . .
Is he dieing?