That’s what I feel like right now, a vagabond. A person who wanders from place to place without a home or job. There was a big misunderstanding, I was to go to skilled nursing, today, they had a bed. Wow, what a day, thinking all day about having courage to go through this gracefully. No, it didn’t work, there was no bed, and they thought I was coming in for a tour. In a strange way I was relieved! I know that I need more care, I can certainly feel it. I am living at my son’s house, with his 8 month pregnant wife and two younger sons. A young ordinary family, in an ordinary house. But ordinary houses are not set up for a disabled person. Also a young family need to be alone and grandma also needs her space, what to do? I didn’t feel good about going to skilled nursing but at this point I had no choice. Not a good option for anyone, in fact, no option! When I look at the opulence of the very rich ruling this country, the struggles of ordinary people and a Healthcare system that is failing, well what can I say except, Revolution, in a peaceful way.
Satnam