I just put out a fire. No shtuff. My dining room table was in flames. The newspaper caught fire from a tealight and by the time I noticed it, the flames were two feet high. It was a nice table at one time too. I smothered it and caught the wood with some olive oil, but there's still a pretty good scorch on it--under the linens.
My cat died today too. Mojo...the ultimate kewl cat. I called her my cat, but actually it was my son's. First time I've seen him cry since he got busted for "improving" a teacher's website. (And yeah, I warned him that it was illegal--a felony, even--but even the cops said it was tantamount to drawing nasty cartoons of the teacher these days. (Thanks for the support there, officer--that really drilled the lesson home. It would have been of some benefit if the teachers hadn't copied his works, passed them amongst themselves and snickered too-- My son has some dubious talents and a wicked sense of humor.)
My sister has pneumonia. She went to a doctor tho. We normally don't do that for pneumonia, 'cause we were raised dirt poor and y'didn't go to a doctor unless you were dying.
We were afraid she was dying.
So wss she. (We are, understandably, a little paranoid 'bout that.)
We're taking care of her when she allows.
I got sprinkled with Holy Water today too. I tried to tell Bettie it was just my period, but when she persisted, I told her my name was "legion" so now she is hell bent on converting me to Catholicism. No pun, no insult intended. I admire the catholic ritual--I just wonder at times if they know what they are doing.
My son has five cavities. The good news is that medicaid is going to take care of that. The bad news is our medicaid expires at the end of the month. (We're gonna try to squeeze it in.)
The debris on our street is cleaned up. Just don't go around the block.
I almost have my home back in order--it took four months to get a new shed, so we were living with tools in the livingroom, because well, we couldn't put them on the porch because it was confused with debris. Or just up for grabs to the late-nite looter folk. Men are funny about brand new hand carts too. (He polished the damn thing.)
I'm sick of cooking cabbage, too.
And I think I'm sick of being sick--the only antibiotics I have left are the Rifampin--and I have such a severe reaction to that that it "burns" my soft fleshy places. (gulp--NOD) The one most noticible would be my lips. The rest I'll leave to your imagination.
Don't tell me to go to a doctor. If you want to be helpful tell a doc to come see me. I received Disaster Medicaid in the middle of Christmas Holidays--pre-dated to the beginning of December. And oh. Doctor's offices are closed during christmas holidays...so the next appointment wasn't until...um, when?
Did I mention my toilet screams when I flush it? Well it does. (At least the sewers quit backing up--that was rather gross.) And it's not going to be anytime soon that the Sewerage & Water Board come out to take a look to see if an uprooted tree damanged the underground pipeline allowing debris to collect in those pipes giving us the plumbing version of Katrina Cough.
My city is full of piles of debris, and tsk...termite season is soon upon us, as well as the dreaded flying palmetto bug (giant flying roaches for those of you blessed to not know) and um, disease carrying mosquitoes are breeding in the puddles left by the broken water mains.
New Orleans Entergy is bankrupt, and is maintaining a tight budget via a loan from the parent company of Lousisiana Entergy--and gee, I wonder where they will get the money to pay that back? (It gets real hot here in N'awlins folks, and yep--hike those utilitiy cost up, because well, the money has gotta come from somewhere.)
The Healthcare network infrastructure has been devastated---University/Charity hospital is no longer in existence. So that is putting extra strain on the few existing hospitals still in business. My friend has a lump in her breast and has no place to go for help. Her husband recently had a series of heart attacks--all in one day--stress related--and they live in fear that the collection agency will seize the monies granted them to fix their home in order to pay the medical bills.
Looting is still going on, as there are still houses in piles of rubble, and it's a tremendous task for the police force to guard what appears to be garbage--especially as organized gangs have infiltrated the area as "cheap labor" by day--so they can return as opportunity arises to sort through the remains of people's lives.
And it's spring. Noramlly, yes, a happy time, but dogs and cats, in spite of the wonderful efforts of the angels of animal mercies, develop into feral colonies and packs, roaming the streets...and then there is Easter, which in my family, has been rendered the opposite of hope and renewal, as it is now forever, no matter the date, the gut-wrenching reminder of my sister's death.
The shift of demographics has compounded criminal activity in a city already torn by racial strife. People are waiting for the red tape of government to decide what options are feasible to them accordingly, and...hurricane season is creeping upon us yet again.
Traffic lights work now--sometimes. Housing is such a problem that squatters are becoming a safety hazard as they inhabit apartments, motels, residences that seem more liveable than the shelter provided by the expressway. Lotsa fires. And oh yes, FEMA is getting on the ball about delivering trailers--they just seem to be negligent about delivering keys--and by law, a locksmith will not touch a FEMA trailer as that is "defacing government property."
We watch the evening news, and wonder at the billions of dollars being sent out way, as our medicaid is denied, our food stamps also denied renewal, and even our pleas for the dignity of helping ourselves by being given partial provision of some of the monies provided to the nation by our natural resources are, as well denied us.
So....and this is ripping my heart out--but I have decided that I have no recourse but to look for the opportunity to move elsewhere. I'm sure that makes sense to the average person who has had the tenacity to read the dreary facts listed above.
But think, please about one thing: we have to go somewhere, and we may end up in YOUR community.
Now if you think I'm depressed, just imagine how depressing it would be for our problems to become yours. Not in my backyard?
And folks? This ain't a partisan issue. It really is about people.
And why I am depressed?
I am watching them die.
I'm exhausted folks.