This is my birthday month so during this time, I visited with friends,family, and went on outings to attend dinners, walk around gorgeous malls, shop a bit for essentials,and

give and get the most precious of all gifts: Love. Those missing in my life, miss out but I forgive them so I can feel indifferent which means no hurtful painful feeling weighing me down.

I have received meaningful gifts from my children. My son gave me a burgundy colored cross pen and a leatherlike,old bookish journal. My daughter gave me a gorgeous expandable costume ring to fit my swollen fingers, a crocheted hat for needtowash hair days, a pouch necklace in beaded twenties style. I carry my rosary in it. All useful items. I have a lock up closet for my day tote that carries a few of my favorite things. I still enjoy some beautiful materialism just in small quantities.

The days here are made special by escape. The staff here is nosey and often sound resentful I have an appointment or just go out with someone. I have reminded some that this is not prison,nor is it a claim to not need care. Yes,I bring back snacks, toiletries, that make my stay a bit more luxurious. I have gone after appointments or on weekend afternoon evenings. Being out at night is a treat. I am drugged and struggle with pain but I like to go.

So here is a story: One day this therapist that never is nice to me,one of those, came in the room telling roomie to come get a haircut by the professional that comes on Wednesdays. I asked if the cut was free like the last ones were. Roomie said her husband pays for her haircuts. Roomie has proven to make it up as she goes. The therapist said she thought it cost around a high end salon. So roomie returned with a short weedwhacko cut proclaiming it to be the best and worst cut,in alternate breaths. The therapist never returned with info or to take me in the salon rooom to ask. The cna found out these cuts are free,part of the care here and wanted to make me an appointment. After seeing hair around here, I decided to wait until I could go to the salon again. So,I was treated to a salon trip that was A piece of heaven. I got a stylish edgy cut that even looks great with my grey highlights.So it was noticable,not just a trim. Anyway, that therapist stared until I thought her eyes would pop. The cna did too. Not one staff complimented me. Other old women asked why did I leave it longer in the front than in the back. But I knew it met with my daughter's approval, and later friends complimented me on a trendy sophisticated style. I felt part of old me returned. Even in here,a good hair day helps. But the therapist, is a sneaky unkind one. She is unkind to others,not just me.

The lvns here do not know abut these drugs that I take and the cna does what every one tells them

I get instructions from the dr and still they tell me how to administer this patch.

I cannot get the hand splint I need because I cannot appeal for not being able to get it. They need to deny it first. Because of some paperwork thing I am fighting for them to deny it before I can appeal to get it. You gotta be kidding me.