TheOtherRick
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- Savannah Missouri
Warning graphic material ahead so if you have delicate eyes now is the time to back out of this one. It's either going to be removed or moved to the underground, so you've been warned and now it's past the point of no return, lay on McDuff.
So I'll start this out normally and work on the other stuff at the end. There is a hierarchy of bedtimes here the very old and infirm start getting in bed right after supper and stay there until breakfast. After being stowed away for the night, the aides catch their breath and prepare for the next wave of retirements.
The next to last call for tobacco is at 8:30 after that things start picking up again with the older smokers heading off to bed after they've had their cigarette, usually, I'm hanging out in Sylvia's room until 10:30 when I'll find someone to put me to bed, my roomie and his brother watch wrasslin, until Bill leaves then Joe watches till about 9:30. If I'm tired I go to bed when he does.
So, anyway we're about to come to the interesting parts. There is a strait-laced lady who lives here very prim and proper, never curses, goes to church on Sunday and that's okay, it's her life. So, yesterday this lady stopped Sylvia in the hall and started to tell her about her boyfriend Ben and how they like being in bed holding each other, but that the aides had stopped him from going to her room and they had made her stay in her room.
Sylvia is trying to think of a resident named Ben and can't think of anyone so she asks her to describe him, he's tall, thin, has black hair, and wasn't a resident but someone who works here. There is only one person who fits that description, the twenty-year-old perpetually stoned kitchen boy.
Quite by accident, we ran into this kid coming in from her smoking it turns out the whole thing is a figment of her imagination she has slipped mentally, it's sad, but it was funny as hell for a while.
Addendum: It was discovered that Sylvia and I have been having nighttime fun time so instead of getting into trouble they moved me into the empty room across the hall. Poor woman, I must have worn her out last night she looked frazzled and slightly hungover this morning. But, I have a private room now and we can do what we want, more or less when we want so things are going pretty well.
So I'll start this out normally and work on the other stuff at the end. There is a hierarchy of bedtimes here the very old and infirm start getting in bed right after supper and stay there until breakfast. After being stowed away for the night, the aides catch their breath and prepare for the next wave of retirements.
The next to last call for tobacco is at 8:30 after that things start picking up again with the older smokers heading off to bed after they've had their cigarette, usually, I'm hanging out in Sylvia's room until 10:30 when I'll find someone to put me to bed, my roomie and his brother watch wrasslin, until Bill leaves then Joe watches till about 9:30. If I'm tired I go to bed when he does.
So, anyway we're about to come to the interesting parts. There is a strait-laced lady who lives here very prim and proper, never curses, goes to church on Sunday and that's okay, it's her life. So, yesterday this lady stopped Sylvia in the hall and started to tell her about her boyfriend Ben and how they like being in bed holding each other, but that the aides had stopped him from going to her room and they had made her stay in her room.
Sylvia is trying to think of a resident named Ben and can't think of anyone so she asks her to describe him, he's tall, thin, has black hair, and wasn't a resident but someone who works here. There is only one person who fits that description, the twenty-year-old perpetually stoned kitchen boy.
Quite by accident, we ran into this kid coming in from her smoking it turns out the whole thing is a figment of her imagination she has slipped mentally, it's sad, but it was funny as hell for a while.
Addendum: It was discovered that Sylvia and I have been having nighttime fun time so instead of getting into trouble they moved me into the empty room across the hall. Poor woman, I must have worn her out last night she looked frazzled and slightly hungover this morning. But, I have a private room now and we can do what we want, more or less when we want so things are going pretty well.