Friday, December 30, 2011

Things are really looking up for me

After dealing with this awful bed sore for almost 2 years, and in and out of a couple of different nursing homes (hell homes) I just gave up and put my life in the hands of our higher power. I went to my mother's house to be with my family on Christmas Eve after being told by the Christian nonprofit nursing facility that I was in that I couldn't go home for Christmas Eve. The facility discharged me me out, saying that I left AMA.

I came to the hospital early Christmas morning and told them what was going on in my life. They admitted me, gave me a urine test. I guess to see if I was using drugs or alcohol when they found I wasn't using they admitted me.

A few days gone by since then, five to be exact, and in that time I've met with the general surgeon and the plastic surgeon that is agreed to close my wound for me. I'm profoundly humbled and unbelievably happy by this turn of good fortune. This past two years, and my experience in these facilities has changed the direction I want to take my life. Exactly where I and that is still to be decided, but I fully plan on working towards a position in lobbying, legislation and law regarding these nursing homes.

Monday, December 26, 2011

What kind of music do you like?

I am sorry for slacking off

I've spent the past two years in a nursing home. I have seen more neglect, disregard and apathy in these "nursing homes" and "skilled nursing facilities" than I have seen in any documentary. Mark Twain said, "The truth is stranger than fiction, because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities and truth isn't."

I am working on a presentation to show the committee members of the Florida Senate committee on health care. This presentation is as they say "straight from the horse's mouth." I'm going to dare each member of this so-called committee to spend 72 hours in the nursing home of my choosing. I am going to pull back the lids of their eyes and keep them open until they see what I've seen.

Please join with me once I finish my presentation and get these people to see what they have done. I don't think any of you realize that a nurses aide one of these facilities has 12-15, sometimes 20 patient's to take care in a 7 1/2 hour shift, that can be as little as 3 min. of care per person, per hour. That is the truth, simple math and the numbers don't lie, they just get worse from there.

I don't know how this system has gotten so bad, but it is, it's much worse than you could ever imagine. If you have someone in one of these places that you care about go there after 11 PM, when they think no one's watching and witness the horror that they live in everyday. There are no vital sign monitors in case they needed immediate assistance, you just push the button and hope that someone can get to you in time. I have a video that shows me pushing the call button and waiting more than a half an hour for someone to come. The American public has to know that we cannot continue giving out foreign economic aid and then say that there's no money to take care of our own. As the title of this post says, I am sorry for slacking off and I hope that I can get my wound taken care of so I can do the work that needs to be done.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

This is not the end

This video is about the two representatives from the Stated Florida that came to see me regarding my complaint about facility. The end is yesterday's meetings with not satisfactory to me, but I plan on continuing to go down the rabbit hole, until I reach a satisfactory conclusion.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Fantastic Italian motorcycle for paraplegics

This is the first factory to put out a completely accessible motorcycle with hand controls that can be reversed on either side of the motorcycle's handlebars. I'm looking forward to a full test, but in the meantime check out this video!

Monday, December 5, 2011

When the microphone and headset go bad

I am so glad that I now have a very reliable headset and microphone so that I can get back to the business of blogging. There are so many things that I want and need to say. Now that I have access via my headset microphone I can use my Dragon dictation software.

My bed sore is now about as deep and around as my thumb. I am still aggressively trying to take down the rabbit hole and get the dirt out from over-the-top of this nursing home's cover.

Today I am sending a letter to my sons grandparents. Not directly to these grandparents, but to their pastor because they have refused allowing me to send in Christmas presents. So much for being a good Christian. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when their pastor confronts them.