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June 2013
Saturday
mid-afternoon
Wednesday
of this week I had an opportunity to visit with my neurologist. He
was very pleased to report that there was virtually no difference in
my MRI since the last one a year ago., it was deemed that there was
no further progressions in the course of my disease. Good news all
round.
It
was nice to get out of the facility. My neurologist is located
roughly an hour away. There is a service that is equipped to
transport people in wheelchairs to various appointments. It was fun
to get out of the building for a while. It had been so long that it
was interesting to see the vegetation along the highway out in full
summer force. Everything looked so green. The last time I had been
out was early spring and the buds were just beginning to show.
Strange
thing about being disabled to the point where you need extra care
doing the regular activities of daily living. Once an individual
reaches the point where they need to be housed in a facility, the
rules used to operate the facility take precedence over anything the
individual may have done or been in the past. The resultant tendency
is to lump all residents into the same common pile. This is something
I call being reduced to the lowest common denominator. Yes, we all
require air to breathe and water to drink. From here it goes downhill
rapidly. I don't know what is, there must be something in this older
building, my sinuses been playing havoc with me ever since I got here
in the beginning of February. This is new for me, I typically respond
to the molds that grow underneath the snow cover all winter long.
Once the snow melts until the Forsythia bloom my sinuses usually give
me fits. This year they have not quit. Granted it has been a very wet
spring, but there have been enough sunny days to destroy the mold. I
am suspicious that there might be mold in this older building.
As
for the water to drink, it's City water. For more than
30 years I lived in my own home way out in the country serviced by my
own well. The water was good tasting and since I had replaced the
original shallow well with the deep rock well, the water was also
very cold and plentiful. Here the water reeks of chlorine and after
leaving it stand for a while it has not lost all of that chemical
additive taste the city people grow accustomed to. To me it stinks,
and doesn't taste good either.
The
next commodity to be eviscerated is food. Short of the kitchen staff
ignoring completely the use of spices to add flavor and distinction
to any product that ushers forth from their doors (which are also
locked, presumably for our protection) to taste very bland. I know
they can't tailor every meal to every resident's palate. However,
they don't even try. For this reason I keep an assortment of spices
handy to try and doctor my meal post production.
The
imagination of the crew in the kitchen has to be extremely limited.
Lunch and dinner usually entail one piece of protein (meat, fish or
chicken) some vegetables and some starch. The wealth of choices from
which to choose the vegetables and the starch appear to be very
limited. For about three days straight, lunch and dinner, sliced
carrots was the vegetable selection. The vegetables are usually
steamed, never stirfried or any spices added. The starch is most
often instant mashed potatoes, served by way of a large scoop that
sits impeccably perfect, a rounded hemispherical shape just leering
at me from every plate. There is usually nothing added to the instant
mashed to disguise the cardboard box flavor of the potato flakes have
achieved from their storage container. Have they ever mixed in bits
of cheese, no. Have they ever mixed in dill or bits of some kind of
meat to extend the flavor of the unusually bland form of potatoes,
no. There is just a hemispherical white lump, leering at me from the
plate when I remove the cover.
I
would make some sort of comment when the CENA brings the meal. As I
lift the cover in expectation and that ubiquitous, flavorless, white
dome is staring at me from the plate, I comment with a tone of
facetious joy, “Oh boy! Another wonderful serving of blandness.”
Its just another act to steal away any possibility of joy and delight
with the act of eating. Actually another of a long series of
continuing effects that combine to make sure no one gets the sense
that they may be in charge of anything around here.
It
is often said that life in a facility such as this can be very
depressing. Also it is said that the disease of Multiple Sclerosis
can cause depression. I don't believe that what I notice as
depression stems in the MS. Rather, the food offering and many times
the presentation that others give me shows a much better reason for
being depressed, it is that after years of being an adult and making
my own choices, I am now automatically considered stupid and in
danger to myself if I even try to get close to what I once lived,
did, or imagined. Almost every time I lift the cover when my food is
presented, a little more of me dies inside. I used to cook, and quite
well too. I know that cooking is not that hard. It takes a little bit
of willingness, flair, funk and style to be able to master the art of
cooking. Every time I'm served a meal here I am amazed at how these
qualities seem to evade people. Look at the slop they turn out. If I
produced that, I would be embarrassed.
The
only thing I can imagine is that the food staff here is so in need of
a job that the just come in and routinely go through the motions,
mind turned off, punchthe time card, do the time, go home, eventually
get paid. No investment of self whatsoever.
Often
served with the ubiquitous white dome are little packets of imitation
butter. I was used to use real butter, that which came from cows. Who
knows what nefarious stuff resides in these little plastic buckets?
They are always soft and can be scooped out with very little effort.
The label indicates that they are made of some sort of oils that have
been hydrogenated. Nothing on the label gives the impression that
this “butter” may contain trans fats, but I am leery.
On
some meals protein component is fish. Not a good tasting fish, or a
high-quality fish. This fish is cheap fish, usually tilapia or a new
one on me, skya. Both are broiled way past being a lightly cooked
white fleshed fish. Rather, they are nearly singed and dried right
out. At least they serve a little packet of tartar sauce to
semi-rehydrate the nearly desiccated protein source. Any beef is
always produced well done. I have asked about this and have been told
that State regulations insist that beef be cooked to the well done
state. It appears as long as I live here I will never taste medium
rare or rare beef ever again. Same thing with eggs, the new food
preparation company indicated that no longer will eggs be fried over
easy. They hide behind State regulations as to the reason why.
Supposedly, breaking the yoke and letting the yellow part of the yank
cook until no longer runny is healthier, it keeps us from getting
sick from bad eggs. Funny, I always cooked my eggs steamed under
covers, which produces nearly the same thing as over easy. In all my
life cooking my eggs the State never came skulking around to see if I
was going to get sick. Also, I noticed that some of the ads on
television show Denny's restaurants and other restaurants advertising
soft yoke cooked eggs for sale. I don't believe that the State has 2
tiers of rules, one for the poor slobs in facilities, and another,
much looser, rules for restaurants. If it is true as I have been told
that this is for my health and safety, that the State is mandating
this, I would suggest the State go bother the egg and beef producers
to make sure they don't serve us tainted products from which we want
to make our meals, rather than dictate to us how we are going to eat
that meal.
We
are, after all, disabled people, trying to maitain our dignity. The
State doesn't need to pick on this population, they seem to be
somewhat misguided. From my experience, it is easy to pick on people
with disabilities, I see it happen all the time. Disabled people
can't run away and they certainly have very few tools with which to
fight back. All that is needed to have the arrogance of a care giver
is some authority and a sincere sense of righteousness, then you can
do just about anything to disabled people, because you are helping
them, whether those ingrates like it or not.
This
is just more of the many examples of how blind adherence to rules and
code of patient care just serves to undermine individual's attempt to
enjoy themselves and be more fully human. What surprises me is that
everyone who seems to be in line above me (in these facilities that I
have been in) gives lip service to care and concern for the
individual, but the first thing they will do is snap to and blindly
follow whatever the State wants them to do. I always thought that the
State was there to be of service to the individual. From everything
I've seen it is been just the opposite. The State machinations seem
to be blindly adhered to by those in charge, and bent on furthering
the State and mangling the individual at whatever cost.
I
am used to this though, I've always been out of sync with whatever
group process I find myself in. Always through school the teacher ran
the classroom as a strict authoritarian. Those who did not blindly
follow the rules were separated out from the group and set up for
ridicule
special negative attention, in an effort to get them to blindly
adhere to the expectations of the authority figure. I look back and
can see that this was true for my entire grade school career with the
exception of 2nd and 6th grade. Those 2 teachers were delightful and
encouraged self-directed exploration. The others were miserable
creatures who obviously had no fun doing what they were doing and
therefore they made everyone else miserable as well.
High
school was more of the same, both junior and senior high. I look back
at those years and can find only two or three teachers that made
going to their class entertaining, exciting, and an act of sheer joy
to walk in the door to their classroom.
It
wasn't until I was working on my Specialist and later my Doctorate
degrees that I read research by several progressive thinkers in
education that this is pretty much standard for just about all
education throughout the country. What passes for education, is most
often indoctrination. Students are forced to learn by rote the
information they need to know to pass the test. Those who don't are
destined to be called failures. The indoctrination is into
understanding which are the accepted answers and ways of behaving.
Perfect socializing for the next generation of consumers
citizens
robots. The sad part is that almost no one can see what has been
known to them.
This
may be because the entire education/indoctrination system depends
almost entirely on facts, linear thinking and left hemisphere
functioning. Anyone who dares to use the right hemisphere, even
minutely, is quickly discouraged and hastily ushered back into the
world of left hemisphere thinking exclusively. Thus graduates from
our educational system are often emotionally shriveled, lacking in
compassion, and they're set up to be loyal consumers, which our
present society seems to need in order to survive.
Those
who have a tendency to be “freethinkers”, right brain oriented,
or in any other way outside of the mainstream, have a tendency to be
marginalized by the rest of population. This was to group people so
well indoctrinated into what they are doing, that they fail to see
that which they are doing easily. Thus like so many self- maintaining
robots, they continue going about the task seems to be set for them.
Having
gone through this whole educational process, I shouldn't be surprised
to see so many people who seem to be so unable to step outside of the
method of operation utilized by most of the population. It is always
a delight to come across someone who has somehow, in some way, found
a way to step away from operating in this, and most often used
cultural method.
I
found the people who have meditated, or are involved in the arts, or
had of found a way to listen to their inner voice speaking loudly to
them, all of these people I find to be a delight to interact with.
They enter the room with joy and freshness radiating from them as
they come forward. There is an excitement, a glow of ready openness
that comes with them. I see these people as excited to share what
they have experienced and are willing to hear of my experiences. The
real meeting of the soul, so we each meet the part that exists behind
the personality. Sadly facilities such as this one are not designed
to encourage this type of person to either work here or to come
visiting. I miss people of this sort.
Here
are some views of many of the meals served lately. Notice the small
volume of portions, the ubiquitous lump of white starch, the lack of
a presentation to augment the meal, and the exstremely dull nature
of the selection, which goes a long way toward reinforcing the lowest
common nominator factor.
A lite meal, Tube steak and a lump of white stuff. Am I being punished, or what?
Political statement - or playing with your food.
Chicken, green and white, I don't care.
Hooray! Rice instead of white stuff, green beans and the other white meat
Political statement about white stuff
Broccoli (trees), chicken and ... more white stuff!
Carrots, White stuff and a bite taken from a hamburger (I couldn't wait)
Another uninvited lump of white stuff
Tube steak, carrots and the ubiquitous white stuff
Real fried potatoes (rare event), chicken and green bean casserole
A scoop of tuna fish, carrots and white stuff
Ooo, yum a real baked potato, sour cream and spices
Until
next time, I will be seeking to reinforce my grasp on humanity and
rise above the pedesrtian sameness.
What happens in institutions, esp. "for profit" institutions, food is bought in bulk, for the best deal possible and cooked as cheaply as possible. Hence the sameness of the meals. Also, they are hiring minimum wage "cooks" who don't really know how to coo.
ReplyDeleteSorry, John, I'll try to get in more "good stuff" soon. My schedule and (mild) depression have been keeping me away. I'll be there this Friday (8/2) but will call first.
Robin