And I am asleep.

Sound asleep. I feel a heavy weight on my right thigh.

Mice are really getting heavy i think.

I open my eyes. The one legged blind demented roomie is on one leg. Leaning his palms on my legs

Al! What are you doing? You’re gonna fall!

Oh. And he’s hard of hearing as well.

Whatcha say.

You’re going to…

His leg collapses and he’s on the floor peeing through his hospital gown.

I press the call button to get an CNA.

Hey. It’s Carrol from my last hospital trip.

She looked at Al and was very cold. Not a blink

Instead she yelled at him for falling.

When in doubt. The typical CNA shouts.

Well after all a fall means paper work. Might be called as witnesses if bones or worse are broken.

Worst of all. A death!

You could lose hours with a death in a nursing home…

Sometimes the insanity of the institution is just too fuckin mu h.

They came to weigh me again. That makes three times in five days.

Every time they leave with my wires tangled. Or something where I can’t reach it.

Like the call Bell or the urinal. Or the remote for the ned position.

Oh i grumble. But rules are rules.

Published by Dave

My name is David Beckerman. I am a fine art photographer working in New York City. Or I was before I had two strokes. I now write from a Nursing Home.

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