We Can Only Go Up From Here.... in Plan B

  • Aug. 20, 2014, 3:26 a.m.
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Tuesdays are my VA days. This a.m. I did my new guy. They do have a food pantry that is set up @ 9. You can show up to be there at 8:30. I did not know that. Well he showed up at 9 and got #312 - no not really but like 30. Here is what he got. Chocolate eclairs and a bag of doritos. Are you kidding??? No I am not. OK let it slide. What else can I do? Leave there go to the next VA guy. He had another "loose stool" this a.m. At first it was just once in a while and now it's weekly. Then we went for a walk and he was leaning so far to the left he started to fall on me - O Gawd. It isn't like we traveled down the block we only went 2 houses down and back. OK. I told his wife that I was doing an access sheet so if the nurse shows up to check him out don't be surprized. I don't know if the loose stools is due to his radiation - he had the lazer knife or what. O! And all he drinks is Red Something or Other by MoutainDew. No water - no juice no nothing. Ugh. It is hard not getting emotionally involved with the people I care about. Yes, there are some that I just go in and take care of and really don't get emotionally attatched but when I do it's all heart and soul. Obviously.

I did go to my Buddhist group tonight. It was great. Walker was there. He is so funny and nice. Made me come to realize what I have to do. Pass the good karma on. There is no choice. Doing nothing when you should do something is just as bad. So tom. a.m. I am going to pay it forward and go grocry shopping for my VA dude for I see him. He needs food and I can't let him go hungry. I just can't. I dialed 211 and it a county wide thing to where they help people. Back in the day you went to the food bank pick up your stuff and go. Not today - you need 3 forms of I.D. income level ready and show it. It is a whole lot easier just to buy grocries and that is what I am doing. BadaBoomBadaBing. Call it a party. All this talk of food has made me hungry. Going to have the ol milk n cookies and call it a party.


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