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5 August 2014

“Good Morning, Chuck.”

“Good morning, Dennis. Did you hear about the big fight at the Food Court in the mall on Saturday.”

I asked, “Who was fighting?”

“The security guards were fighting with everybody.  I went over there  in the morning to have coffee with my friends. I had just come from McDonald’s. My friends were seated. I went down the hall to the bathroom. When I got back, my friends were outside. They said that they’d been thrown out. No reason was given.

“I can understand that they want to keep homeless people out, any one who falls asleep or is drunk. There are even people who lock themselves in a bathroom stall and sleep there. One woman who works in the mall was kicked out. She was just having a coffee, waiting for her boss to unlock the doors. I’m sure her boss was upset to hear that she’d been treated in such a disrespectful manner. There’s going to be an uproar at the administration offices today. I’m going to be there myself, making a complaint. If it had been back in my drinking days, I would have loved to throw those assholes through the window.

“I don’t think I’ll be going back there after today. I can barely get through the access door with my regular wheelchair. My three-wheeler would never fit. Besides that to get out I have to go to the other end of the mall. They’ve got a fancy electronic eye. To leave you just wave your hand in front of it and the doors open. When you get outside, they’ve put a plant in front of the electronic eye. You have to go in behind the plant, wave your hand and then race like hell before the door closes. Who in their right mind would put a plant in front of a wheelchair access door?

I said, “I saw Joy yesterday.”

“Oh, how is she doing?”

“She’s not very happy, a bit scared. She thinks that she has pneumonia, but they haven’t diagnosed it yet. Pneumonia, she’s had before, so she knows the symptoms, but  said it’s a lot worse than last time. She has no voice, can’t speak above a whisper. Her breathing is painful and difficult. She doesn’t like her doctor, who doesn’t seem to be giving her much information.

“Already she’s had an altercation with a roommate. Frank had brought her some chips and other snacks.  Joy was just picking at them, because she doesn’t have much appetite. The woman in the bed beside her came over and started eating her chips.”

Chuck said, “Joy wouldn’t put up with that.”

“No, she said to the woman, “If I have to get out of my bed, I’m going to smash your face in.”

Chuck said, “That sounds like Joy. It really makes you wonder how minor things can cause so much outrage. I was called to a family meeting. You’ll never guess what the big catastrophe was. One of my nieces drove the other to the hospital. The niece driving had a bag of popcorn. The other wanted some, but she said, No.”

“How old are these women?”

“In their thirties.”

I couldn’t believe it.

Chuck said, “I told them, ‘You women need to get out in the world and find out what real problems are, like fighting to get a roof over your heads and enough to eat.’  They’re the ones with money. They’ve never had a real worry in their entire pampered lives.”

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4 August 2014

Late this afternoon my wife and I visited Joy in Hospital. “Hi, Joy, how are you feeling?”

“Not so good. I can hardly talk and it hurts to breathe. When I cough it feels all bubbly in my chest. I think I have pneumonia. I’ve had it before, but never this bad.

“When I started feeling sick, I phoned Jake at the Sally, six in the morning. I said, “Jake, you better get over here. I need to go to the hospital. I couldn’t even get out of bed without help. Last night I had a high temperature. I asked the doctor, ‘Am I going to die?’ He said, ‘No.’ I don’t like him. He’s too high on himself, no bedside manner.I don’t like the staff here, either. I’ve got a French name, but I don’t speak French. They asked me why. I said, ‘Because I don’t like French people.’ My dad and his family were French, he was an asshole, so were the rest of them.

“I can’t keep anything down. I haven’t eaten since Friday, not last Friday, the Friday before that. I’m tired of throwing up. I’ve just been drinking ice water and chewing ice chips. I asked the nurse to bring me a cup of tea. She brought me a tea bag and a cup, but no hot water.

My wife said, “I’ll get you a cup of tea. Where do I go?”

“They’ve got a Tim Horton’s on the main floor.”

“How do you take your tea?”

“Steeped tea with two sugars, two milk. Thanks.

“Yesterday, they had a woman in the next bed. Big Jake had brought me a bunch of snack food — chips and snacks.  She could see that I was just picking at stuff, so  came over to my table and started eating my chips. I said, ‘You better not make me get out of this bed, or I’ll smash your fuckin’ face in.’ She just said, ‘But, I’m hungry!’  I said, ‘If you’re hungry, go to the nursing station.Then she started walking away.  I could see that she was connected to a catheter and the tube was getting tight. I rang for the nurse.  I couldn’t yell, so I started whistling. I cn whistle really loud, my brothers taught me. The nurse asked me, ‘What’s the problem? I just pointed to the woman in the other bed. They decided that she was nuts, so they took her to the loony bin on the next floor above.

“Next they brought in this Asian woman. She never shuts up. I told the nurse, ‘Get her out of here, I need to get some sleep.’ They wheeled her out. I don’t know what happened after that.”

I said, “I think that we saw her down the hall near the elevators.

“They also had a guy in here for a while. I said to the nurse, ‘Isn’t it kinda odd to have male and female patients in the same room?’ She said, ‘We’re overcrowded. This is the best we can do.’

“Has anybody else been to visit?”

“Jake was here twice, then he had to go to his parents cottage. Mariah was here a couple of times. She was here this morning.

“I heard that Jacques gave Little Jake a thumping at the bridge. He thinks he owns that bridge. When he drinks too much he becomes a real asshole.”

“Yeah, Jake doesn’t remember anything. He said that he fucked up and now everyone is pissed with him. Wolf said that Jacques picked him up by the collar and the seat of his pants and threw him down the lawn. I guess it was Friday that I saw them last.

“Did you manage to get your check cashed?”

“No.”

“Did you get my message?”

“No, I didn’t get any message.”

“I talked to my bank to ask if I could cash a signed, third-party check. They said that I couldn’t. The only thing I could have done was to deposit it into your bank account, but I didn’t think that you had one.”

“No, I don’t. I was trying to hold off coming in here until I got my check, but I couldn’t. I’m hoping that Stella will come to see me. She’s cashed checks for me before. She used to work at the bank.”

A nurse came in to take Joy’s blood pressure and temperature. Joy asked how are my numbers?’ The nurse said, ‘Normal. There’s nothing to worry about. Next, a woman dressed in blue brought in a food tray. We decided to leave and let Joy eat what she could. We said, “Goodbye.”

Joy said, “Bye, thanks for coming to see me.”

 

 

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5.0 out of 5 stars Makes You Think, August 4, 2014

By Bronsen Earl (Texas, USA)

The Homeless Issue is not only a serious problem, but it is also a highly debated one as well. Highly debated because everyone seems to have there own idea on how to solve it. With answers ranging from “They did it to themselves” to “tax everyone.”

This book was an eye opener for me. I would like to think that I help the homeless as much as I can, but I know I’m just as guilty as anyone else when it comes to walking by people like they don’t exist. Nevertheless, this book was thought provoking and a great conversation starter. 5/5

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