06-23-2013, 05:07 PM
Spent a huge chunk of my day in a filthy, germ infested hell hole where no doubt in a couple of days I will present symptoms of some contagious disease and be sick for a week or more.
God I hate hospitals. This particular one has fire doors every so often and everyone has to hit this button on the wall to open the doors --- with their bare hands.... I ran out of wipes halfway through the day and had to rely on paper towels from the rest room in order to go from point A to point B in this Winchester Mystery Mansion of a Hospital.
Insufficient accessible stairways, so I had no other choice but to take elevators. My loathing of elevators is on par to my loathing of hospitals... grrr.
People coughing and sneezing in closed places (elevators) without covering their faces - These are the visitors... Lord only knows what horrors the patients carry....
I did spend about 30 minutes in my shower decontaminating myself.... I still feel like I have germs crawling all over me....
Yes I have a minor issue with 'germs'... Not all crazy like I worry about germs on every surface, but at hospitals and places where I know that there are creepy crawlies of all sorts (including drug resistant ones) - it works my nerves.
The other part of the day I was forced to conversate with the damned Vultures. The landlord apparently has a lot more property holdings then I ever knew about (or cared to ask about) and the Son-In-Law (who resides in Colorado) apparently thinks I am doing everything I am doing to help my landlord because I am trying to get in on the rather substantial inheritance.
This is a person who doesn't understand that people can actually be motivated by compassion and caring for their fellow human beings. It is clearl obvious that his motivation in life to do anything is simple greed. A particular emotion I am quite unfamiliar with since I am as materialistic as a tree.
So I need to shower again, this time for three and a half hours to get the feeling of filth that those phone conversations left me with off somehow.
A part of me knows I have been tainted for life by these phone conversations. Honestly the man kept asking me questions that made it sound like he wants the old man to be much sicker than he already is....
Thankfully this son-in-law lives in Colorado... If I had to deal with him face to face I think my urge to put my fist through his face would actually override my compassion and caring and gentle nature.
Germs and Vultures - that was yesterdays theme.
God I hate hospitals. This particular one has fire doors every so often and everyone has to hit this button on the wall to open the doors --- with their bare hands.... I ran out of wipes halfway through the day and had to rely on paper towels from the rest room in order to go from point A to point B in this Winchester Mystery Mansion of a Hospital.
Insufficient accessible stairways, so I had no other choice but to take elevators. My loathing of elevators is on par to my loathing of hospitals... grrr.
People coughing and sneezing in closed places (elevators) without covering their faces - These are the visitors... Lord only knows what horrors the patients carry....
I did spend about 30 minutes in my shower decontaminating myself.... I still feel like I have germs crawling all over me....
Yes I have a minor issue with 'germs'... Not all crazy like I worry about germs on every surface, but at hospitals and places where I know that there are creepy crawlies of all sorts (including drug resistant ones) - it works my nerves.
The other part of the day I was forced to conversate with the damned Vultures. The landlord apparently has a lot more property holdings then I ever knew about (or cared to ask about) and the Son-In-Law (who resides in Colorado) apparently thinks I am doing everything I am doing to help my landlord because I am trying to get in on the rather substantial inheritance.
This is a person who doesn't understand that people can actually be motivated by compassion and caring for their fellow human beings. It is clearl obvious that his motivation in life to do anything is simple greed. A particular emotion I am quite unfamiliar with since I am as materialistic as a tree.
So I need to shower again, this time for three and a half hours to get the feeling of filth that those phone conversations left me with off somehow.
A part of me knows I have been tainted for life by these phone conversations. Honestly the man kept asking me questions that made it sound like he wants the old man to be much sicker than he already is....
Thankfully this son-in-law lives in Colorado... If I had to deal with him face to face I think my urge to put my fist through his face would actually override my compassion and caring and gentle nature.
Germs and Vultures - that was yesterdays theme.
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