Thursday, February 12, 2004

One Little Bitch

Pardon me if I make one little bitch about the place I'm living in.  It is a retirement home converted to assisted living.  Because it is assisted living there are regulations about where you keep your medications and such.

   Well, they just came and searched my apartment.  I showed them that my medications were locked up tight.  None the less, the caregiver continued to search my bathroom until she found one tiny, finger-tip sized cup of ointment that I didn't know I had, and don't even know what it is.  I was told to lock it up.

   I am so irritated by the search that I feel like moving.