venting

I don't want to sound acrimonious or anti-social, because THAT just wouldn't be "I" (NOT "me") (It's a predicate nominative.) (Actually, after pausing, it's "me") (Isn't it?!?).
But, I don't like this one particular patient who--about two weeks ago--walked up to MY bed, in MY room--at night--and ANGRILY asked me, "Why the hell are you in my bed?!" I didn't LOWER myself to his mental level by answering him. (POSSIBLE interpretation: anti-social) Staff quickly removed him.
I don't wanna dwell on this, 'cuz it just brings up bad memories. So, I'll describe my progress in greater detail next time.

UNFORTUNATELY, ...

...NO "BOOZEDAY TUESDAY"! (I don't wanna get my license revoked.)
But, FORTUNATELY, I'm SUPPOSED to receive my MANUAL, ELECTRONIC wheelchair next Tuesday. (I've already named it "MISS INDEPENDENT!")

WOE IS ME!!!

I asked my friend for his input regarding my blog posts. He gave me a "PRO-CON-PRO sandwich". NOW, I'M HUNGRY!!! (Even though, TECHNICALLY, I just "ate".)

Minnesota Twins fans are SO SMART!

One fan posted:
""There are only two things that are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." - Albert Einstein

By the transitive property, since I'm a Twins fan, w-h-a-t w-o-u-l-d b-e a-n e-a-s-y w-a-y t-o d-e-m-o-n-s-t-r-a-t-e t-h-a-t I (generally) u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d h-o-w t-h-e u-n-i-v-e-r-s-e w-o-r-k-s?!

PAY ATTENTION!

Some time this week my Occupational Therapist is gonna give me a malleable (bendable), long brush so I can--INDIVIDUALLY--scrub my back in the shower.
THIS IS HUGE! "THAT'S what she said!"--Michael Scott, 'The Office'

AIN'T NO THANG!

I JUST checked my night time supervisor's math work. She got 3 wrong out of 25 answers. That's a grand total of--
88%

(I told her.)

NEUROLOGICAL INJURY WHAT?!?
(It's mostly physical.)

I'm talking about MY SAFETY!!!

If I were to grade the staff on how they take care of me: (Names are deliberately omitted to maintain confidentiality.)

A) exemplary; commendable
2) tolerable
C) sub-par
4) REALLY SUCKY

They handle MY SAFETY/WELL-BEING, so I SHOULD be able to "put in my 2 cents!

""E.T. phone "HOME""

No, I'm NOT dead! I haven't blogged in awhile, simply because I haven't had much to (figuratively) write about. (Can I end a sentence with a preposition?) (Well, I JUST did.) (So, EAT IT!!!)
PROPS to the "therapists" here! They, very professionally, deal with not-so courteous patients AND visitors. I COULDN'T HANDLE IT!

FOOT

Today, I went to the "foot doctor" ("podiatrist") ("pediatrist") (I don't know!) (I took SPANISH in high school NOT LATIN!). A few days ago, a NEGLIGENT staff member stepped on my left big toe--that I had PREVIOUSLY surgery on--and it bled. This is why I went.
The "foot doctor" said that he could "DEFINITELY see the problem", because of the "dried blood". Overall, the trip went well.
So help them, God, if this "institution" bills my family for THEIR negligence! I probably seem kind of "Scrooge"-like, but "IT'S THE PRINCIPLE!"

"The cushions are THE ESSENCE of the chair!"

I was fitted (passive voice) for a power wheel chair. The guy asked me about
the color (It was black and RED.). I told him that "I prefer black and BLUE"
like a bruise. I, then did some "driving".