Okay, I realize  I need to change my eating habits, as we all do, but at this point I am ready to break out for a meal.  What I wouldn’t do for my own kitchen!  Each passing day though confirms in my mind that this place is akin to life on the aircraft carrier!  The age group has changed a little, as have the sounds you hear down the halls at night but you put a group of people in a confined space and they lose all judgment about how to act and treat other people!  It is my good fortune to be ‘tucked’ in a room at the end of the hall where it is relatively quiet.

Today was kind of novel for me, out of the blue a social worker showed up to meet with me.  While I new I needed an assessment, I didn’t know when or how.  Well today was the when and here was the how.  One of the questions I was asked is what I need to which I replied a JOB!  Within a matter of minutes after I the social worker left, she was calling me back with information for a JOB.  Of course I am trying not to be excited until the ‘ink dries on the paper” but it hard not to be! 

One of the hardest things about this type of illness, or probably any catastrophic illness, compounded by the ‘seclusion’ a place like this is at some point the patient will probably undergo some type of depression.  Whew did I a couple of months back.  I must have thought of everything imaginable to ‘no longer be a burden or uncertain.’  Today though, there seems to be a glimmer of hope and I can’t imagine ever going through that ‘phase again.’

Be sure to remember every day is a blessing!