Waiting to Leave for the Day
With the lift chair now in my bedroom, I am waiting for breakfast. Millie and I will enjoy our breakfast of egg sandwich, turkey sausage (I don’t eat pork sausage), pickles, and dipping sauces. Don’t worry, Millie eats sausage and a bit of egg and cheese. She is not given pickles and dipping sauce, and she loves sausage. My girl kitty loves people food, lol.
Seroquel
The med DOES NOT work for me. I am not returning to Dr. Boateng, and I cancelled the appt last night. I am going to be admitted into SSM Health from now on because Mercy Health has let me down lately, and dealing with administration and the social workers there has been a lack of communication with them. When I say no to nursing home MEANS no because I have a home. They did not listen to my no and got me upset and very emotional about it twist. No means I am going home. I have a life at HOME—Magic at the time.
Snow/Plow
Deb was telling me that after the inner-city streets are plowed, the resident street are then plowed. At first I found thsg unbelievable, but it’s indeed true. The residential streets are done last. I want to think differently but can’t do so anymore because it is very true. I am so happy that my dad and his wife are back in Wisconsin. In Arkansas, there are no snowplows!’
I’ve heard the plows on the street below, but I’m within city limits of the downtown area so the streets are done first before residential streets are plowed.
