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.
4 comments:
and who can blame you? sounds more like a gestapo state than "assisted living." thank you for your visit to my book journal, The BiblioPhiles, and for leaving a comment. i've just read through your previous entries, and my only complaint is that there aren't enough of them! so, i hope you'll post more, and frequently, and come visit both my journals whenever you can.
I don't blame you for feeling violated. I can't send all my comments, they are too long.
...It has a pool nobody swims in and a backyard nobody sits in. Maybe my kids will live upstairs and convert the downstairs to an apartment! I might like that. But then, my kids will be doing their own thing, in the desert or in the big city. It will be interesting to see how it all works out.Roddy would only be 86. We'll probably still be doing our arts!Kate
Though I'm just 55, I was thinking today about what my life will look like when I am 79. I have no clue!!! I doubt I'll still live in this house, it has too many stairs, one could fall and break a hip. Sending my comments in segments...I'll fool the system. Kate
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