10:50am July 1, 2012

You know it’s a bad sign when…

…a substitute staff person walks in the door and your hungry cat hisses at him and runs away.

And this shift has been a disaster. Getting breakfast. May throw it up because he refuses to help with nausea meds. Two hours late on seizure meds because he refuses to help with those.

Breakfast is late because of the frantic phone calls he makes when asked to do simple things – but he dumped the remains of my Maalox into my Gatorade, instead of laxative, because he did not bother to ask about that. My debit card is canceled so I can’t get more Maalox easily.

And I may not get lunch because it took him most of the hour to make oatmeal. And it was supposed to be breakfast at one end of the hour, lunch at another.

Whether and when I will get seizure and nausea meds is apparently Not His Problem.

Fey was right. I feel like hissing at him too.

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