Dark and bitter as You Little Charmer’s poetry. 🏴☠️🏴☠️🏴☠️
It has been a long few days. My Beloved is in a limbo state where they are not sure if she is ready for new steps. It was suggested that I log her progress and that is a great idea. I will likely do it with offline photos.
When she is in Physical Therapy, I will find that more important.
Today, I brought my Beloved’s clothing in her backpacking pack. In the pack are the necessities a hospital typically does not provide.
I also brought it to her as a goal to work for. Fortunately, it was well received and not discouraging.
Enough stress cannot be placed on this: Go to the hospital with your loved ones and stay as much as possible. It is a business. Compassion fatigue in medical staff is real. While they are doing an excellent job, a more excellent level of care is provided when an advocate is available.
After we leave, I will write about Jessi, the evil troll who lives on the third floor. We must not rouse her at the moment.
She just wasn’t done talking with me, and she was sure to get the last word.
Moving right along, I would like to thank Guy Edmonds and the Correctional Peace Officer Foundation in their offer of financial assistance. At the moment, all is well, but you never know if things will change.
I am not keen on fundraising where it is not necessary.
When I worked at United Parcel Service , there was a man that we campaigned for financially due to an aggressive cancer.
After tens of thousands were raised, he confessed to the wrong person that he did not really have cancer.
He resigned from his job and we had to find a place to donate all the funds.
This is not to say I will refuse help. We are
drowning immersed in child care, food, and phone calls and very grateful.