3 November 2013
Sunday evening
Still
I find myself here,
no
better off, contrary to everyone's mistaken belief
I ought to write,
its been a while. I did the free system upgrade that Apple offered
back on the 19th of October. It does add some neat little
features and some mighty nice big ones. But there was one drawback –
my speech dictation program won't even mount. I checked their website
and was led to believe that the newest upgrade will and won't work. I
called the toll free line to get the straight answer. But like so
many events in the world today, straight answers are relative. I
should know better, especially if the exchange of money is involved.
If that is involved then truth is usually the casualty, and people
(like me) are more like collateral damage.
I was told that
the new software was great, I could do so much more with it.
Golly-Whizzbang stuff. So I sent off some money. That money was hard
to let go of, I have so little any more. Not only am I
institutionally made and kept poor (such is the way of being swept up
into the Medicaid system) but family seem bent on becoming
exceptionally stingy under these conditions. This never used to be
their nature, so it has been a shock to see the change that has come
over them lately.
The software
arrived to great anticipation. I unwrapped the package and loaded the
disk. The machine hummed and did all of the work itself. The moment
arrived to see how the attributed wonderfulness took shape. It
didn't.
I clicked the
icon, everything proceeded, then a pop up window appears telling me
that this newer version of the speech dictation software doesn't work
with the latest version of the OSX. Damn! Lied to once again, or at
least sweetly encouraged to believe what the corporation wanted me to
believe. It was Friday, late enough that a phone call wouldn’t do
anything anyway. I checked the web site, only more pages of how the
latest version of the speech dictation program is needed with OX 10.9
Well, that is what I have - and it still isn't working. I have had
to go for weeks without writing, waiting for the new software, now it
is here and I still have to poke out the letters one at a time.
I used to type
like the wind. Back when I could sit upright before the keyboard in
the correct ergonomic position. That is all gone now, as is my nice
big 24” iMac which rests at my brother's house about ten minutes
away. There is no place for it here. He said that he would make a
support frame to hold it next to my bed – ten months ago now! No
frame, no computer, and hardly any brother visits. He begs of that
he's too busy, or his feet hurt, or … You get the picture.
I hate being lied
to. Most advertising does just this. Although those in that business
will call it enhancing the positives. One of the curious things about
words is that they are very powerful in that the can develop pictures
in our minds, good authors make good use of this. So too can
advertisers, to the disadvantage of those being pitched to. Most of
us in this culture have been subjected to advertising to the point
that many of us have unconsciously picked up how the techniques are
used. The problem with this is that it becomes very easy to lose
track of the fact that the other person is a human being, not an
object to be convinced, manipulated and influence.
This has occurred
to such a full range as to change the way most people speak to one
another, and to some degree the way they think about one another as
well. For if you consider for a moment our speaking is often
indicative of how we think. Many people don't catch this and so their
speech often belies what is rolling about inside of them.
This morning I
noticed that my briefs did not survive the night unviolated, although
this is exactly what they were designed to do. So I asked the CENA
this morning when breakfast was delivered if I could, after
breakfast, have a brief clean up with a washcloth and a new brief? No
problem, I was told, after the breakfast trays were collected. The
person who delivered my tray was not the one who collected the tray
when I was finished … about the time the lunch trays were to be
delivered. It was the first shift nurse bringing my first medications
of the day, she took the tray away. I told her of the brief that
still had yet to be changed. She said she would remind the CENA.
Second shift began
and I grew weary of waiting so I rested my eyes and found myself
waking a few hours later. I pressed the call light and after forty
minutes a CENA came by to see what I wanted. I told her of the briefs
and that every time I peeled the covers back to use the urinal, the
ammonia fumes about knocked me out. She said she would be right back.
No one came back and I grew sleepy again so I soon fell asleep.
Dinner arrived with a different CENA. I restated my wish to have the
now completely sodden briefs changed. She informed me that she will
let my CENA know, then left.
[Apparently the
CENAS do help one another out during the shift with some chores like
passing and later collecting meal trays, but when it comes to
actually working hands on with a resident the boundaries are suddenly
strictly observed as to which resident is on which CENA's care list
for the day.] With all of the, “I'll get your CENA.” talk going
on there must be a lot of forgetting going on, either on the part of
the message bearer or the receiver. Either way I spent most of Sunday
in soaked briefs.
By the time the
CENA assigned to me arrived to see if I was okay in bed for the
night, one of the duties of the second shift crew I was ready for the
Easy Stand to lift me to the commode to release a bowel. Now it would
be easy to effect a change of briefs as I would be vertically
suspended for a while. In the course of using the easy stand and
sitting on the commode, I personally experienced which easy stand to
use as only one of them any more had the required chest strap that
holds the victim resident securely in position while
being lifted (no one has been able to find the missing strap, oh you
mean like the one that has been left languishing over there in a
corner of my room? No, that one is for the legs.) A borrowing of the
battery pack from the Easy Stand I was using to power the other Easy
Stand temporarily as its battery was dead. There was a comment on how
the corporation no longer had chocolate to mix in with the coffee
(the coffee is beyond drinkable by itself). The latest box of tissues
is an even cheaper variety than the brand used before, this variety
has all the softness of newspaper. For lunch today two hot dogs were
served, the only condiment was salt and pepper, I considered the hot
dogs to be salty enough. Dinner was meatloaf, the CENA offered to
find some catsup packets, none were offered with the meal. The CENA's
are talking, complaining really, about how this outfit used to have
more CENAs per resident, now with the high resident ratio to CENAs
more of them are getting hurt on the job. Ah yes, and the more
residents per CENA the frustration of the CENA's mounts as many of
them would like to do a good job, but they are too harried to do
that. And the more the CENA's have difficulty helping the residents,
the longer the response to the call lights the more unhappy the
residents become. I hear it every day as more residents are cursing
the staff for taking so long to respond tom the call light.
This does not even
take into consideration the complaints about the food since the
kitchen has been shifted to a different company. Yes, it has been a
long slow slide into oblivion, a state of being degraded and
forgotten which few people can see what is occurring or do not have
the will to make any adjustments any more. Seems as if this were
coming from several different points of causation but no one wants to
stand up and do anything to stop it. I point out the problem to one
and all, but if they aren't listening, for whatever reason, the
assurance is that nothing will get done. Somehow I suddenly feel
expendable. As long as this facility gets its money, nothing will
change. As long as the software vendors get their money they will
coast on their past as long as possible. As long as the CENAs
continue to receive no clear support from the company and see their
cohorts slacking off without recourse, the will just hunker down
until they can no longer take the demands and the poor level of care
to which they are subjected.
I used to see this
sort of activity going on, but I had the ability to take myself to
another situation. Now I no longer can move of my own volition. I
require help to get out of bed and into a wheelchair. For months I
could no receive permission to even go out side of the building. If I
get out side there is nowhere to go. I need special transportation to
travel anywhere. The overall message is that I am a burden to just
about everyone for most of my activities of daily living and many of
them dislike having to provide me with even this. If I am not seen as
a burden, then I am some rube destined to be descended upon by those
who see in me a purse with limited funds that they figure is theirs
only in waiting for the moment to make those monies find their way to
them.
I must be good at
disguise for very few see me as a human being. Or maybe they have a
difficult time showing it.
Let's hope for a
better week ahead.
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