It's A Struggle Every Day

I almost had a drink last night.

The Sugar Fairy

I caught an old woman leaving chocolate bars. She was setting Hershey bars against the doors in my hall. She might be new here. I've never seen her before.

She was 4 feet tall. She was wearing pink slippers and a red dress that set off her wild ratty white hair quite becomingly. She presented me with a toothless smile, and she had a twinkle in her eyes that was on the Santa side.

I am enchanted.

Another Necessary Eviction

The gentleman (and I use the term sarcastically) is to be evicted next week. A judge found in favor of Elk's Lodge, and gave him 7 days to move his belongings. He bullied other residents and two of the Elk's Lodge volunteers. He vandalised his room, and rigged the southside stairwell doors to admit a violent non-resident who then attacked a resident.

An hour after His Honor's judgement this bully was at the Poverello Center telling his friends exactly how he intends to retaliate. He purchased Shellac and means to pour it down the toilets on the 2nd and 3rd floors.

Fortunately, one of my neighbors was there and heard every word. I don't know if this means he will be escorted from the premises today, but it at least means he is on notice from the police, and should anything happen he will be the primary suspect.

Glass on Glass on Glass

Back On The Clock

I went back to work last night was very happy to be doing something purposeful again.

I hit the rack when I came home but after 4 hours of sleep I just can't stay down. My clock is all messed up after sleeping nights at the hospital.

I'd take a walk but it's colder than a witch's rounded parts out there. Maybe I'll make do with a cup of coffee at Bernice's. I can take bus 6 over the bridge and I'll be 1 block from warm and toasty.

Creeping Crud

Three days and two nights at the Community Medical Center have left me exhausted. I got the flu, but I was too sick to realize how sick I had become.

A chest x-ray showed pneumonia. I am still coughing up some very ugly crud, but I am okay. They put an I. V. in my arm and poured antibiotics in me and yellow colored liquid from a plastic bag.

This morning I ate scrambled eggs and ham. It was very good for hospital food.

I lost 10 pounds. And I haven't shaved since last week. Now I look like a wizened old man.

I don't have any scuttlebutt on the 383. I'm still employed though. I talked to my boss yesterday and he said not to worry.