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The bill arrived and was automatically paid.  This tells me that I have had this blog for more than a year; clearly it is time for my second post.  Also, it is time for me to settle down and just write.  So I hope what comes out makes sense, but if not, so be it.

Recently I’ve been thinking about anniversaries.  Five years ago I was in rehab, fighting with the staff and getting ready to enter my first nursing home.  Now I am in my sixth nursing home, I’m still fighting with the staff, I’ve been here for two-and-a-half-years and have no plans to leave any time soon.

A psychologist told me that what I thought were hysterics technically are called ‘outrage bursts.’  I’ve had quite a few outrage bursts since I’ve been living in institutions.  I had one today.  There’s a lot to be outraged about.

(About the one today – boy, am I in trouble.  I called the head nurse bad names as I was leaving, which she heard.  Oops.  Tomorrow will be awkward.  I’ve already been spoken to this evening by two aides who were present at the scene.  They’re petty mad at me, which is only fair, since I was furious at them.)

One difference between rehab and long-term care is that people in rehab tend to be more polite to each other.  You are only together for a few weeks or months, not long enough to abandon courtesy.  In a nursing home it’s like family (or maybe jail):  you are always together, and for years.

It’s time to eat dinner, so I’m going to post this now.