Had the meeting with a nurse today who came to re-insert the catheter, and I talked her into holding off. I’ve successfully used the toilet a couple times, and the urinal twice. Left blood on the rim of it both times. So I said it’s in my best interest to heal for a couple three days and then decide. If I have accidents or weirdness before then, I can always call and address that if it happens.
Strange thing, and it happened yesterday AND today as well; I was asked what I did for a living prior to being injured at work and was met with dismay when I replied “warehousing and truck driving”. And I made my social worker feel very small when I got in her face last week when she came back into my room solo after a meeting with two other persons when I informed her that I’ve taken 8 college-level psychology classes and 3 sociology classes, and was on the President’s list 10 times and Dean’s list once. I’m sure I got better grades than her. When I got hurt at work, I didn’t even have a HS diploma. I talked my workers comp carrier into paying for me to get a GED and a few college classes until I got a settlement, and could pay my way after that, which I did.
The County hottie yesterday thought I was a “professor” or something. They have all admitted I’m not the typical hospice person they’re used to dealing with.
Thank goodness I started throwing the meds in the garbage. They’d think I was just another drooling old geezer. Nope.
(pats self on back)
Strange thing, and it happened yesterday AND today as well; I was asked what I did for a living prior to being injured at work and was met with dismay when I replied “warehousing and truck driving”. And I made my social worker feel very small when I got in her face last week when she came back into my room solo after a meeting with two other persons when I informed her that I’ve taken 8 college-level psychology classes and 3 sociology classes, and was on the President’s list 10 times and Dean’s list once. I’m sure I got better grades than her. When I got hurt at work, I didn’t even have a HS diploma. I talked my workers comp carrier into paying for me to get a GED and a few college classes until I got a settlement, and could pay my way after that, which I did.
The County hottie yesterday thought I was a “professor” or something. They have all admitted I’m not the typical hospice person they’re used to dealing with.
Thank goodness I started throwing the meds in the garbage. They’d think I was just another drooling old geezer. Nope.
(pats self on back)