my cheap life

Cheap sleep. 

Not the best kind. 

I guess it’s why they call it grog. 

Now that school is in session, 

The backstreets are as crowded 

as the highway. 

Maybe more. 

I tell people I live in “Oak Cliffo”.  

I say I live in Oak Cliff.

And they say “Oh!” 

An hour to work is average in DFW. 

30 minutes is exceptional. 

2 hours is not uncommon. 

It’s like an hour from 

Denver to Colorado Springs. 

So navigation will be a breeze. 

I’ve been talking to people about this. 

No one said no.  

Everyone says “Go!”

Typical Texas Walmart. 

Actually, the perfect place to walk. 

Early morning walk. 

Heart rate got up to 110. 

About 20 minutes total. 

Happy Friday the 13th! 

And a full moon. 

The nurses here will never change. 

The mom is hip but the dad is stoic. 

And so it shall be. 

The nurses argue with the mom

About fabric softener-

Which makes the bed pads leak. 

And makes kids clothing non fireproof. 

Also, it’s scented. So allergies. 

Why would they argue 

with mom about that? 

As long as they’re all here- 

This lazy, inept, angry mob

Of overpaid idiots- 

Nothing will ever change.  

See- this once was a Hospice Case. 

But the boy got better. 

The problem is that 

untrained hospice nurses 

can’t make the transition

 back to med-surg nursing. 

They bring their old habits with them. 

Fabric softener is ok for hospice. 

It’s all about comfort. 

Not so much for a kid on the mend.  

Adults, too, fail at this. 

Ice Cream is ok

for a diabetic hospice patient. 

They can have anything they want. 

When it’s my turn to go-

No nurse on earth will tell me 

what I can and can not 

Put into my own mouth. 

But when they’re getting better-

And they might have another 5 years-

Ah well- 

One scoop or two? 

There was once a blogger

I went all the way to Canada to see. 

And when I got there, she said 

(And I quote)

“You don’t look anything 

Like your picture!”

Henceforth and therefore 

I put my pic here every single day. 

So if (when) we meet up, 

You’ll know who I am

And what I look like. 

Also, so many Decade Bloggers 

Regain- it happens-

That I post my picture 

For accountability. 

But mainly for that one blogger. 

It’s me!