Station four and bed 135 B lies my brother Mel. Next to him in bed A lies Bill, wearing diapers " George, nobody picked me up on Monday...I am in terrible pain, and Bill will not stop talking. Can you help me?"
"Brought you two turkey legs and ice berg lettuce for dinner. I will see what I can do for you."
Mel still has not had his brain infection cured. It all began at the Pacific Spartan Senior Center with a Dr. Jennings giving him ear drops for the ear problem. A Dr. Nassir took over at the Sea Cliff Health Center and has done nothing. A Dr. Craig had called me over one and a half years ago to have his ear problem taken care of.
When I asked Nurse Ruby why Mel did not go to his appointment she replied, the shuttle did not arrive. Just maybe the doctor did not wish to deal with Medical, as they seldom pay the going rate.
"Well Ruby, you don't need to worry about the shuttle. I now have Access and can take Mel anywhere in Orange County. In fact, I can take Mel to Santa Ana and he too can own an Access card. Start to make appointments this minute for his eye doctor and also ear one."
Ruby has a puzzled look on her face and is now writing down the names of some doctors, while I go back to Mel's room and tell him what has expired. He has already eaten the peach and orange I brought him.
"Mel, will get you either a New Yorker from Vons or turkey legs."
"Thanks George, can you help me eat. I am blind."
My best friend at the Surf City Senior Center told me that their job was to fill beds and not to cure patients. I am sure now that the Sea Cliff is a death camp. I interrupted a meeting of nurses and told them of what I thought, but know we need to change the way these people are miss treated by providing no treatment at all.
It took all of four buses but I made it to the Surf City Senior Center. I needed to deflect my anger at the Sea Cliff for something better and found it at the back table. Jake is a 92 year old veteran whose wife Delores passed away a few months ago.
"I signed up in the Navy and my first ship was a sub chaser. We used sonar to track the Japanese subs and were never hit by any of them. I served in the Pacific theater of the war and also served on a landing craft."
"We shipped sailors to different islands and later removed the Japanese trucks from their ships after the war. At Tokyo Bay, we drove the trucks to shore and I will always remember what greeted us. s..There were Japanese soldiers wearing swords and they gave us such a look. My home base was Manila, and I'll never forget how its heated humidity."
Our lunches came and to my delight there were two drum sticks, sliced carrots, a succulent mashed potatoes and jello. The food eased the pain felt for my brother.
"I stayed in Manila until 1947 and returned to my home in San Antonio to see my parents I took Delores, my new wife along with me. She had a sister living in California and I was able to hook up with Douglas Aircraft in Santa Monica. I worked there and in their plants in El Segundo and Long Beach. They built jets and bombers during and after the war."
A smile came over the little man's frame as good food and talk milk the pain away, or make it more digestible. Jake told me that he had three kids and the last one, a girl, takes care of him. She lives in the Magic Mountain area of California.
"I still see my wife everywhere. We married for 62 years and see her everyday I cared for her for eight years during her bout with Alzheimer's. She died only a few months ago...Will bring you pictures of her next time I see you."
Lunch now over at eleven thirty, I ambled to the piano to play a few songs and left soon after to write this.
Nuts and Bolts: Call 714 847 3515 to register a complaint at the Sea Cliff Health Center
Friday, February 9, 2018
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Los Angeles, the City of Angels.
Exhausted and famished. I headed to Dennis Restaurant across Wilshire and Western My lungs sang for the first time in days. The fog had lifted and changed to a clear sunny day. Yes, Los Angeles greeted me with her delightful westerly winds
But as they say, first things first. Placing my back pack on a seat, I ambled to the rear closet toilet. Yellow tape cris-crossed the urinal I opened the door for the toilet. A man screamed, "Don't you see I am busy. Hastily, I closed the door and apologized. I steered men away from the closet and finally the toilet man came out. It felt good to relieve my bladder and as always, I thanked God to allow me this privilege. I sat and looked at the menu. David, came over to take my order.
"David remember me?"
"Buenos amigo. Como esta?"
"What do you recommend for breakfast?"
"The All American...with pancakes, eggs, beacon and hash browns. How do you want the egg.?
"Scrambled please. Does the All American still come with coffee and a drink?"
"Yes.. you wish orange juice?"
David brought my coffee and orange juice. I downed the orange juice in one long swallow and savored my trip on the Blue Line Train out of Long Beach. The seventy five cent trip was worth every penny.Te well dressed German couple sat in front of me. I wondered what they were doing on this train.
A young man slumbered his frame over two seats and fell asleep. Another played rap music and danced while a lady gave her two urchins some chips. I had forgotten my reading glasses so had to watch the proceedings. I removed my cell phone to give Gloria a message.
"I'll arrive at the Westside Pavilion at about twelve ..It took me three hours to get from Huntington to downtown Los Angeles."
My meal arrived and since I did not wish to favor any one delight, I soaked all in syrup and ate the meal in five minutes. Finished at twelve, I just missed the Rapid Blue across the street next to a CVS. Dennis gave me reading glasses as I told them my were left there four months ago.
Whereas Huntington Beach had been dreary and heavy with its southerly breezes, Los Angles gave me a respite from the archaic
medical care my brother Melvyn ahd been getting.
But as they say, first things first. Placing my back pack on a seat, I ambled to the rear closet toilet. Yellow tape cris-crossed the urinal I opened the door for the toilet. A man screamed, "Don't you see I am busy. Hastily, I closed the door and apologized. I steered men away from the closet and finally the toilet man came out. It felt good to relieve my bladder and as always, I thanked God to allow me this privilege. I sat and looked at the menu. David, came over to take my order.
"David remember me?"
"Buenos amigo. Como esta?"
"What do you recommend for breakfast?"
"The All American...with pancakes, eggs, beacon and hash browns. How do you want the egg.?
"Scrambled please. Does the All American still come with coffee and a drink?"
"Yes.. you wish orange juice?"
David brought my coffee and orange juice. I downed the orange juice in one long swallow and savored my trip on the Blue Line Train out of Long Beach. The seventy five cent trip was worth every penny.Te well dressed German couple sat in front of me. I wondered what they were doing on this train.
A young man slumbered his frame over two seats and fell asleep. Another played rap music and danced while a lady gave her two urchins some chips. I had forgotten my reading glasses so had to watch the proceedings. I removed my cell phone to give Gloria a message.
"I'll arrive at the Westside Pavilion at about twelve ..It took me three hours to get from Huntington to downtown Los Angeles."
My meal arrived and since I did not wish to favor any one delight, I soaked all in syrup and ate the meal in five minutes. Finished at twelve, I just missed the Rapid Blue across the street next to a CVS. Dennis gave me reading glasses as I told them my were left there four months ago.
Whereas Huntington Beach had been dreary and heavy with its southerly breezes, Los Angles gave me a respite from the archaic
medical care my brother Melvyn ahd been getting.
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
A Foggy Day in Surf City
I stood on P.C.H. and ___ and hoped the number one bus would be there at eight. Off of Magnolia across the street, the flags blew in a northerly direction -- rather than the usual southerly direction. At least the winds flew on shore, good for my allergies.
All of a sudden, a fog rolled in and covered the coast -- and guess that the winds had something to do with it. In luck, the bus came and I took a seat. The same cast of riders sat, some fast asleep covered with blankets -- at least the heat is free and they do not have to succumb to cold weather.
It felt good to leave my matchbox at on Magnolia. I was meant to ride buses and not those expensive SUV's that need a car wash and oil and lubes every month. At the Magnolia new water works was being installed with huge cranes and long haul trucks. I pulled the cord and waited for my stop next to the new Waterfront Beach Resort Hotel, a division of Hilton.
I waited on Huntington for the #25 bus. Sure felt real cold...too cold to wait for a bus... body did not like the waves of fog that rolled in. But where or where was the bus? I called the bus company and was told that the bus broke down.
"Sir the next bus is scheduled to arrive at nine twenty. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Even though I have cut back on coffee, I ordered a Starbucks drink to warm my toes and picked up a paper. I still was mad that Access did not pick us up for a Norm's breakfast, but at least Mel today would have his right ear diagnosed. I knew he had cancer and had had it for over one and a half years.I also found out that his doctor Nasser had a Dr. Jennings fill in for him. Jennings was the one who gave him ear drops for his itchy ear over two years ago at the Pacific Spartan Assistant Living Center.
A bit rejuvenated now, I waited for my number 25 bus. It was a bit late as the driver needed to pick up the strays that the earlier bus should have picked up. At the Senior Center off of Talbert, I entered the center and after signing in for a lunch, lumbered over to the grand piano.
The folks in the piano area enjoyed my music. Now I might not be a Mozart but I do make a great George on the piano. In the middle of a piece of music, I heard a noise
"Today is Bingo Day. There is no piano playing today!"
"Hey Peggy, the sign states no piano playing during, yes I said during bingo only." Peggy, another who can't stand Jewish musicians never returned. It had probably been Magpie who asked her to stop my piano playing.
Of course to see my brother inside the Wax Museum has made me mad, yes madder than hell that his left eye and ear had not been treated. The Sea Cliff Health Center looks good from afar but for the last year and a half, I now know it is a graveyard of living dead. But lets have a peek inside, to better acquaint you of this sham.
The facility resembles two motels linked together. You walk into a lobby and the candy man comes out and introduces you to this twilight zone motel. He is in charge of admittance. The tall thin man has you sign papers and every once in a while checks his cell phone. He has a more than plutonic relationship with Dolly, the dyslexic social worker.
To the left is Melody, always happy and directs you to the room of your love one. Mel is given a room closest to the front door. It appears that nobody knows what Mel is there for. Mel screams with excruciating pain in his back and neck. In bed two is a Vietnamese. His kids are mad since his headache was not diagnosed as the beginning of a stroke. His kids are feeding him.
Mel still as back and neck pain. A Dr. Craig calls me to advise me that the ear infection must, and be attacked or else. Mel begins to walk and does some rehab in the basement. The social worker wishes to return him to Assistant Living.
I check on Mel's nursing home, a block down from my apartment. It is ten o'clock and Mel is screaming with pain. I ask the nurse in charge to get an ambulance. (More to come.)
All of a sudden, a fog rolled in and covered the coast -- and guess that the winds had something to do with it. In luck, the bus came and I took a seat. The same cast of riders sat, some fast asleep covered with blankets -- at least the heat is free and they do not have to succumb to cold weather.
It felt good to leave my matchbox at on Magnolia. I was meant to ride buses and not those expensive SUV's that need a car wash and oil and lubes every month. At the Magnolia new water works was being installed with huge cranes and long haul trucks. I pulled the cord and waited for my stop next to the new Waterfront Beach Resort Hotel, a division of Hilton.
I waited on Huntington for the #25 bus. Sure felt real cold...too cold to wait for a bus... body did not like the waves of fog that rolled in. But where or where was the bus? I called the bus company and was told that the bus broke down.
"Sir the next bus is scheduled to arrive at nine twenty. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Even though I have cut back on coffee, I ordered a Starbucks drink to warm my toes and picked up a paper. I still was mad that Access did not pick us up for a Norm's breakfast, but at least Mel today would have his right ear diagnosed. I knew he had cancer and had had it for over one and a half years.I also found out that his doctor Nasser had a Dr. Jennings fill in for him. Jennings was the one who gave him ear drops for his itchy ear over two years ago at the Pacific Spartan Assistant Living Center.
A bit rejuvenated now, I waited for my number 25 bus. It was a bit late as the driver needed to pick up the strays that the earlier bus should have picked up. At the Senior Center off of Talbert, I entered the center and after signing in for a lunch, lumbered over to the grand piano.
The folks in the piano area enjoyed my music. Now I might not be a Mozart but I do make a great George on the piano. In the middle of a piece of music, I heard a noise
"Today is Bingo Day. There is no piano playing today!"
"Hey Peggy, the sign states no piano playing during, yes I said during bingo only." Peggy, another who can't stand Jewish musicians never returned. It had probably been Magpie who asked her to stop my piano playing.
Of course to see my brother inside the Wax Museum has made me mad, yes madder than hell that his left eye and ear had not been treated. The Sea Cliff Health Center looks good from afar but for the last year and a half, I now know it is a graveyard of living dead. But lets have a peek inside, to better acquaint you of this sham.
The facility resembles two motels linked together. You walk into a lobby and the candy man comes out and introduces you to this twilight zone motel. He is in charge of admittance. The tall thin man has you sign papers and every once in a while checks his cell phone. He has a more than plutonic relationship with Dolly, the dyslexic social worker.
To the left is Melody, always happy and directs you to the room of your love one. Mel is given a room closest to the front door. It appears that nobody knows what Mel is there for. Mel screams with excruciating pain in his back and neck. In bed two is a Vietnamese. His kids are mad since his headache was not diagnosed as the beginning of a stroke. His kids are feeding him.
Mel still as back and neck pain. A Dr. Craig calls me to advise me that the ear infection must, and be attacked or else. Mel begins to walk and does some rehab in the basement. The social worker wishes to return him to Assistant Living.
I check on Mel's nursing home, a block down from my apartment. It is ten o'clock and Mel is screaming with pain. I ask the nurse in charge to get an ambulance. (More to come.)
Monday, January 29, 2018
A Navel Orange for Mel
As an update, my brother Mel had a specimen of the puss from his ear taken last week and is do to have the stuff removed this week. We don't know if it is cancer or not, but at least it appears that something is being done. On Friday, I brought him turkey legs and a Navel orange bought at Vons on Atlantic...oranges were ninety nine cents a pound. In bed 135 B, Mel is sitting and happy to see me. Today is Mel day so the computers will have to wait till today, Monday.
"Been under the weather Mel, that is why we can't go to Norms today. Brought you an orange and will have the cafeteria marinate the turkey legs for you. They will be served at dinner time."
"I was looking forward to it. My this orange is good. I will be going back to the dermatologist next week. The doctor didn't think it was cancerous...Wish I could rid myself of this roommate. He never stops talking, but the nurse told me to shut up or they might ship me out."
A nurse comes in and gives Mel a shot in the stomach for diabetes. Mel is enjoying the visit and of course the orange. Without love ones, simple things like oranges,apples and every day things are never seen again. Chances are almost one hundred percent Mel will be another body for the gurney.
"Take you to Norms at end of the week."
Mel inquires about my two daughters and asks me to get him a coke. This is a big treat for Mel as he lives in the twilight of this life here -- never to see a star or the sun again. Mel has outlived at least three from bed one and would have succumbed to brain cancer without my intervention.
Mel is lucky. I have added to his meager meals for over one year. Without me, he has never seen the sun, fruit or a turkey leg. He is somewhat slimmer and now wishes to do something about his lazy fatty tissue eye lid.
Mark Twin states that one can't judge a book by its cover. How would you like to be at the mercy of some fleabag doctor who wields the power of life or death over everyone.
On Sunday, I needed a cool place and why not the Waterfront Ocean Resort, a division of Hilton.
It took me a few minutes before pure air infiltrated my lungs. My apartment is a typical match stick flat roof and no insulation. I need to stoke up on meds during any freakish heat wave with crazy winds.
A yellow cab, leased by Access, takes me to the Hilton. Catalina is so close I can almost touch it. I still find it hard to believe that Mel's ear infection was treated with drops by a Dr. Jennings when it appeared that he needed the small boil removed.
I fill my tall dark with lots of milk and three small bottles of honey. It jakes up my body while I read the paper and watch the howling winds. The trailers begin to exit the lot as hot dusty winds are not what these explorers had in mind.
I read the paper and every-so-often peek outside. I buy some spaghetti and meat balls and immediately, there is life in my bones...After a few minutes I go to another restaurant and enjoy an eggs burrito. My stomach filled, I sit back and watch the frolic in front of me. Hot weather and alcohol go hand in hand. Inside the factory, there are lines everywhere, but mainly where the booze flows freely.
I return to the Waterfront Hilton to get ready for my Access ride home. The $3,60 is a small price to pay to avoid the devilish heat wave of today.
Nuts and Bolts for today: Never send anyone to a nursing home, no matter how good, There is no place like home. Just ask my Mom who outlived her doctor for five years while she battled Leukemia.
"Been under the weather Mel, that is why we can't go to Norms today. Brought you an orange and will have the cafeteria marinate the turkey legs for you. They will be served at dinner time."
"I was looking forward to it. My this orange is good. I will be going back to the dermatologist next week. The doctor didn't think it was cancerous...Wish I could rid myself of this roommate. He never stops talking, but the nurse told me to shut up or they might ship me out."
A nurse comes in and gives Mel a shot in the stomach for diabetes. Mel is enjoying the visit and of course the orange. Without love ones, simple things like oranges,apples and every day things are never seen again. Chances are almost one hundred percent Mel will be another body for the gurney.
"Take you to Norms at end of the week."
Mel inquires about my two daughters and asks me to get him a coke. This is a big treat for Mel as he lives in the twilight of this life here -- never to see a star or the sun again. Mel has outlived at least three from bed one and would have succumbed to brain cancer without my intervention.
Mel is lucky. I have added to his meager meals for over one year. Without me, he has never seen the sun, fruit or a turkey leg. He is somewhat slimmer and now wishes to do something about his lazy fatty tissue eye lid.
Mark Twin states that one can't judge a book by its cover. How would you like to be at the mercy of some fleabag doctor who wields the power of life or death over everyone.
On Sunday, I needed a cool place and why not the Waterfront Ocean Resort, a division of Hilton.
It took me a few minutes before pure air infiltrated my lungs. My apartment is a typical match stick flat roof and no insulation. I need to stoke up on meds during any freakish heat wave with crazy winds.
A yellow cab, leased by Access, takes me to the Hilton. Catalina is so close I can almost touch it. I still find it hard to believe that Mel's ear infection was treated with drops by a Dr. Jennings when it appeared that he needed the small boil removed.
I fill my tall dark with lots of milk and three small bottles of honey. It jakes up my body while I read the paper and watch the howling winds. The trailers begin to exit the lot as hot dusty winds are not what these explorers had in mind.
I read the paper and every-so-often peek outside. I buy some spaghetti and meat balls and immediately, there is life in my bones...After a few minutes I go to another restaurant and enjoy an eggs burrito. My stomach filled, I sit back and watch the frolic in front of me. Hot weather and alcohol go hand in hand. Inside the factory, there are lines everywhere, but mainly where the booze flows freely.
I return to the Waterfront Hilton to get ready for my Access ride home. The $3,60 is a small price to pay to avoid the devilish heat wave of today.
Nuts and Bolts for today: Never send anyone to a nursing home, no matter how good, There is no place like home. Just ask my Mom who outlived her doctor for five years while she battled Leukemia.
Monday, January 22, 2018
What is wrong with Nursing homes..
A week and a half ago, before I traveled to Beverly Hills, I met with a committee to overview my brother's medical care. Nurse David told me that my brother Mel came here with brain cancer, caused by an untreated ear over two years ago. His Royal Pacific doctor treated him with ear drops. Mel had had this ear infection-going on now for over two years...The Huntington Hospital treated him for several problems, including an ear infection. Mel was handed off to the The Sea Cliff Health Care Center, on Florida Street in Huntington Beach. He still suffered with head aches on the side of the ear problem and an earlier doctor drilled inside ear!
The Sea Cliff meeting was held in the family room. In attendance were Barbara, Christie , the records lady, the activities director and Kelly, the nutritionist.
With a bag of Doritos, the activities director sat by the door and munched on her chips. Barbara, the ombudsman sat on a chair concerned about a sick one at home. Christie the social worker sat on a couch next to the lady with the Mel's file. . The time was one twenty five p.m., two Wednesdays ago
"I still don't know what my brother is being treated for and who is doctor is. He has been here now for over about one and a half years and is finally being treated for his ear problem. Why?" There... was... a... long... silence.
"His name is ah... Nasser." spoke Christie, the social worker. Again a long pause.
"Might his first name be Joseph. He had billed my brother over twenty times...but either of us have ever seen the doctor who has prescribed all of his medication.
"Just maybe every time the P.N enters the room, Nasser uses the visit as his." piped up Christie, the social worker.
"Yes, he bills my brother for over $400 a visit but Medical pays for only a piece of it."
"He is lucky," interrupted Barbara, the ombudsman, barely concerned. Medical pays for as little as the need to.. All awhile, Kelly is listening without any reaction and the activities director is still munching on her Doritos.
"But how is his brain cancer being treated."
The lady with the charts looks over her box of files. Her English is barely passable.
"The medical papers state nothing about brain cancer or ear infection."
This time there is a long silence. I feel as if I am being stonewalled for a cover-up that reverts to the time Mel spent in the Pacific Spartan assistant living apartments. At almost two o'clock, the meeting finished, I called them back.
"Thank you Kelly for the turkey sandwiches...can you please also serve Mel ice berg lettuce."
I returned to room 135 B and saw that Mel was eating the Panda yellow chicken I had brought. I walked the rest of the way home to my Magnolia Beach apartments in the knowledge that I stood up for my brother. It felt good to rid myself of this draconian nursing center on Florida Street. On my way home on Garfield Blvd, I enjoyed my walk though God's two miles of trees and flowers.
Just maybe there had been a cover up by Mel's primary doctor to insure that Dr. Jennings and the Pacific Living would not be implicated
Nuts and Bolts for today: At bible study, my Rabbi spoke about how life is like refining iron ore to make a perfect steel casting.
The Sea Cliff meeting was held in the family room. In attendance were Barbara, Christie , the records lady, the activities director and Kelly, the nutritionist.
With a bag of Doritos, the activities director sat by the door and munched on her chips. Barbara, the ombudsman sat on a chair concerned about a sick one at home. Christie the social worker sat on a couch next to the lady with the Mel's file. . The time was one twenty five p.m., two Wednesdays ago
"I still don't know what my brother is being treated for and who is doctor is. He has been here now for over about one and a half years and is finally being treated for his ear problem. Why?" There... was... a... long... silence.
"His name is ah... Nasser." spoke Christie, the social worker. Again a long pause.
"Might his first name be Joseph. He had billed my brother over twenty times...but either of us have ever seen the doctor who has prescribed all of his medication.
"Just maybe every time the P.N enters the room, Nasser uses the visit as his." piped up Christie, the social worker.
"Yes, he bills my brother for over $400 a visit but Medical pays for only a piece of it."
"He is lucky," interrupted Barbara, the ombudsman, barely concerned. Medical pays for as little as the need to.. All awhile, Kelly is listening without any reaction and the activities director is still munching on her Doritos.
"But how is his brain cancer being treated."
The lady with the charts looks over her box of files. Her English is barely passable.
"The medical papers state nothing about brain cancer or ear infection."
This time there is a long silence. I feel as if I am being stonewalled for a cover-up that reverts to the time Mel spent in the Pacific Spartan assistant living apartments. At almost two o'clock, the meeting finished, I called them back.
"Thank you Kelly for the turkey sandwiches...can you please also serve Mel ice berg lettuce."
I returned to room 135 B and saw that Mel was eating the Panda yellow chicken I had brought. I walked the rest of the way home to my Magnolia Beach apartments in the knowledge that I stood up for my brother. It felt good to rid myself of this draconian nursing center on Florida Street. On my way home on Garfield Blvd, I enjoyed my walk though God's two miles of trees and flowers.
Just maybe there had been a cover up by Mel's primary doctor to insure that Dr. Jennings and the Pacific Living would not be implicated
Nuts and Bolts for today: At bible study, my Rabbi spoke about how life is like refining iron ore to make a perfect steel casting.
Thursday, January 11, 2018
A Peach Tree Grows in Surf City
At the bus stop next to the Waterfront Hilton on P.C.H lives a peach tree. No matter how I feel, it has become my best friend.
Up until lately one could barely see my peachy tree, hidden by tall Palms are no longer. The tree barely visible sat with me while I waited for the #25 to take me to the library or the Senior Center. Last year, it cried since it produced only fruit, that never ripened. But oh my, have things change. Now its arms can be seen growing westward -- as the sun goes down in the west. No longer hidden by the large palm branches, it now can produce a juicy crop of peaches.
A scientist once said that life is all about matter. There are good ones and bad ones. I climbed the stairs of the Waterfront Hilton and set down my bag. I felt tired after undergoing some grave issues in a conference at the Sea Cliff Health Center and a meeting with staff there.
"The usual, a strawberry smoothie."
Where you been, missed you this morning.
Had another matter to attend to...charge me for a Times also...Thanks
To relax my mind, I looked out the glass door and thanked God I didn't need to hear about floods, fires, and Trump putting mud in everyone's eye. I wondered if Mel would survive this winter as the flu season is the worst ever.
It took a little to long to pick up a prescription at Kaiser as everyone asked about the mechanics of a spray for breathing. The gal next to me screamed, "Had it now for two weeks, so where is my medication?" My order had not been processed since yesterday but a supervisor did me a favor by calling my doctor and processing my prescription .
A bus, a little late, took me to the street mall close to the Sea Cliff. I had a meeting with staff members scheduled for one twenty five. Mel could not get out of bed, even when I announced a Panda Express with Orange chicken.
Inside the family room we had our meeting, including the ombudsman for that home. Rather than give you a blow by blow since it is flu season, I can mention that these members held their breath when I confessed that a certain doctor had billed Medical for thousands of dollars and Mel had never seen him.
"His name is Stanley. Must have used his Practicing Nurse instead of visiting him."
"Know the doctor...every month he goes on another trip...No wonder that Medical is in trouble. Looks like doctors pad their bills...Even though he bills them for three or four hundred, Medical authorizes only a hundred for payment."
"That much...Wow!" That was Barbara, the Ombudsman.
"And why has his brain cancer been treated?"
"Who told you that?"
" A nurse."
The social worker told me that only doctors could diagnose the problem. The lady with his files expressed in broken English barely audible that there was no indication of any ear problem in his files.
"Got to be a cover up of mal practice."
"By the way, Mel is scheduled to have his ear worked on Tomorrow."
"Can't make it. Got to be in L.A."
It was now three thirty and my number one bus would come at three fifty. The smoothie was what I needed to energize the walk to the bus stop...It stopped and inside stumbled across many black and grey beards, barely alive...no doubt headed for the Santa Ana river or some other shelter. I got off at Magnolia and sauntered over to where a high school team had been practicing.
As you can see, I had a peachy day.
P.S. for those with kids, have them draw a peach tree and include inside blog.
Up until lately one could barely see my peachy tree, hidden by tall Palms are no longer. The tree barely visible sat with me while I waited for the #25 to take me to the library or the Senior Center. Last year, it cried since it produced only fruit, that never ripened. But oh my, have things change. Now its arms can be seen growing westward -- as the sun goes down in the west. No longer hidden by the large palm branches, it now can produce a juicy crop of peaches.
A scientist once said that life is all about matter. There are good ones and bad ones. I climbed the stairs of the Waterfront Hilton and set down my bag. I felt tired after undergoing some grave issues in a conference at the Sea Cliff Health Center and a meeting with staff there.
"The usual, a strawberry smoothie."
Where you been, missed you this morning.
Had another matter to attend to...charge me for a Times also...Thanks
To relax my mind, I looked out the glass door and thanked God I didn't need to hear about floods, fires, and Trump putting mud in everyone's eye. I wondered if Mel would survive this winter as the flu season is the worst ever.
It took a little to long to pick up a prescription at Kaiser as everyone asked about the mechanics of a spray for breathing. The gal next to me screamed, "Had it now for two weeks, so where is my medication?" My order had not been processed since yesterday but a supervisor did me a favor by calling my doctor and processing my prescription .
A bus, a little late, took me to the street mall close to the Sea Cliff. I had a meeting with staff members scheduled for one twenty five. Mel could not get out of bed, even when I announced a Panda Express with Orange chicken.
Inside the family room we had our meeting, including the ombudsman for that home. Rather than give you a blow by blow since it is flu season, I can mention that these members held their breath when I confessed that a certain doctor had billed Medical for thousands of dollars and Mel had never seen him.
"His name is Stanley. Must have used his Practicing Nurse instead of visiting him."
"Know the doctor...every month he goes on another trip...No wonder that Medical is in trouble. Looks like doctors pad their bills...Even though he bills them for three or four hundred, Medical authorizes only a hundred for payment."
"That much...Wow!" That was Barbara, the Ombudsman.
"And why has his brain cancer been treated?"
"Who told you that?"
" A nurse."
The social worker told me that only doctors could diagnose the problem. The lady with his files expressed in broken English barely audible that there was no indication of any ear problem in his files.
"Got to be a cover up of mal practice."
"By the way, Mel is scheduled to have his ear worked on Tomorrow."
"Can't make it. Got to be in L.A."
It was now three thirty and my number one bus would come at three fifty. The smoothie was what I needed to energize the walk to the bus stop...It stopped and inside stumbled across many black and grey beards, barely alive...no doubt headed for the Santa Ana river or some other shelter. I got off at Magnolia and sauntered over to where a high school team had been practicing.
As you can see, I had a peachy day.
P.S. for those with kids, have them draw a peach tree and include inside blog.
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
A Blue Monday in Surf City
"You are George, aren't you?"
I opened the back door of the yellow cab and took a seat.
"Yes I am George. Good morning."
I handed the four dollar access fee to him and we headed for the Whole Foods in Huntington Beach. I clipped on my seat belt and chatted with Mario. We laughed the whole way to the market.
"Didn't know you had a T.V. There is a picture of the MS-13 gang inside a Salvador prison."
"George, the FBI rounds up anyone looking like a gang member and ships them off to Salvador."
"Hey Mario, why not show X-rated movies on the T.V."
"The old timers would not like it. Like the way you enjoy life George."
The Yellow cap made several turns until Edinger came up when he made a right and then left into the Bella Terra parking lot.
"Buenos Diaz and mucho gracias."
I had a small breakfast and at nine o'clock walked to the Bank of America. Needed to pad my friends account with a few dollars. As usual, I walked up to the cage and handed the teller a few hundreds to be deposited in her account.
"Sorry, we no longer deposit cash into our accounts, that is unless you have an account with us. The Federal government no longer allow it." I didn't make any headway with the teller but the manager told me she would allow me to place a Franklin into my friends account."
"You must obtain a money order and then we can deposit any amount in a home account."
The manager allowed me to make a cash deposit into my friends account and I left to wait for the #29 to take me to the Waterfront Hilton off of P.C.H.
On a clear day one can see Catalina and smell the salty beach air -- that is if there is an on shore flow. The bus stop is next to the hotel. The three dollar large roasted coffee is just what I need, especially after I dunk a few jars of honey and half an half inside the large cup. I then gaze out the front door window at the beach scene.
Today I have only a few minutes until the #25 bus picks me up for a trip to the Senior Center. I don't go for food but for laughs My table sits in the back. After I sign in, I see my buddy Rick at the table but there is a table setting for another.
"Need a transmission for my van. Need seventy five dollars."
"Where you been...been away for several weeks now."
"Vegas to see my daughter. She passed the medical exam and is a doctor"
Why doesn't she lend you the money?
She does not have any.
It was then I looked up and saw an old grey hair lady looking at me Since my sponsor told me to be nice to anyone, I introduced myself and Rick to her.
Name is Joan.
Born here is Huntington
No from Lincoln Nebraska...moved here with my husband several years ago.
Why?
Mom was a controlling bitch...She would have broken up my marriage.
Have kids?
Three but don't speak to them...They are out of my will...Got a bag of tangerines from my tree...Got a place for them.
Sure
Got to go now. My husband has Alzheimers, has had it for six years.
They severe looking grew hair lady left with her empty bag now. I took out a tangerine and felt pleased that I afforded her time to talk. I then crossed Golden West and went to the library to ready myself for tomorrows date with a computer man. He would help me make a computer.
I opened the back door of the yellow cab and took a seat.
"Yes I am George. Good morning."
I handed the four dollar access fee to him and we headed for the Whole Foods in Huntington Beach. I clipped on my seat belt and chatted with Mario. We laughed the whole way to the market.
"Didn't know you had a T.V. There is a picture of the MS-13 gang inside a Salvador prison."
"George, the FBI rounds up anyone looking like a gang member and ships them off to Salvador."
"Hey Mario, why not show X-rated movies on the T.V."
"The old timers would not like it. Like the way you enjoy life George."
The Yellow cap made several turns until Edinger came up when he made a right and then left into the Bella Terra parking lot.
"Buenos Diaz and mucho gracias."
I had a small breakfast and at nine o'clock walked to the Bank of America. Needed to pad my friends account with a few dollars. As usual, I walked up to the cage and handed the teller a few hundreds to be deposited in her account.
"Sorry, we no longer deposit cash into our accounts, that is unless you have an account with us. The Federal government no longer allow it." I didn't make any headway with the teller but the manager told me she would allow me to place a Franklin into my friends account."
"You must obtain a money order and then we can deposit any amount in a home account."
The manager allowed me to make a cash deposit into my friends account and I left to wait for the #29 to take me to the Waterfront Hilton off of P.C.H.
On a clear day one can see Catalina and smell the salty beach air -- that is if there is an on shore flow. The bus stop is next to the hotel. The three dollar large roasted coffee is just what I need, especially after I dunk a few jars of honey and half an half inside the large cup. I then gaze out the front door window at the beach scene.
Today I have only a few minutes until the #25 bus picks me up for a trip to the Senior Center. I don't go for food but for laughs My table sits in the back. After I sign in, I see my buddy Rick at the table but there is a table setting for another.
"Need a transmission for my van. Need seventy five dollars."
"Where you been...been away for several weeks now."
"Vegas to see my daughter. She passed the medical exam and is a doctor"
Why doesn't she lend you the money?
She does not have any.
It was then I looked up and saw an old grey hair lady looking at me Since my sponsor told me to be nice to anyone, I introduced myself and Rick to her.
Name is Joan.
Born here is Huntington
No from Lincoln Nebraska...moved here with my husband several years ago.
Why?
Mom was a controlling bitch...She would have broken up my marriage.
Have kids?
Three but don't speak to them...They are out of my will...Got a bag of tangerines from my tree...Got a place for them.
Sure
Got to go now. My husband has Alzheimers, has had it for six years.
They severe looking grew hair lady left with her empty bag now. I took out a tangerine and felt pleased that I afforded her time to talk. I then crossed Golden West and went to the library to ready myself for tomorrows date with a computer man. He would help me make a computer.
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