Shelter, Day 3
We’ve had breakfast (cold cereal, scratchy dry toast) and what goes most through my mind is ‘my, how close i am to complaining yet riding on the thought that i am so lucky compared to most in the world’. it’s a strage paradox to live.
the most excitement here is when someone starts a fight (lots of verbal stuff goes down between the guys but so far no fisticuffs). i had a roommate last night, she came in while i was sleeping, her phone alarmed at 7am. she was all freaked out as couldn’t find her clothes. i guess whoever did her intake didn’t explain properly about the clothes donation closet (really, they have some very nice threads in there) and how all your clothes get washed before being handed back to you (a rule i like).
but, hmm, for lack of better creatvivity this cold, rainy morning i’ll call her ‘ms. freak-out). myself and others tried to expain to her about the clothing closet but she only got louder and freakier saying, ‘i’m not wearing donated clothing because then i’ll look like a dirty pig and i have a work experience interview this morning and you guys are all making me late for it cause you won’t give me my clothes back”.
whatever, have a nice day, ms. freakout…..she just can’t wrap her head around things yet and i hope she calms down, for her own good.
i worked on a guy’s third degree burns last night and it felt good to be able to relieve him of some pain. then it was a woman with a head ache from the swine flu shot. another woman had to go to the hospital as her swine flu shot reaction was severe. hmmmm. they want us all to participate now by wiping down the door handles etc. every two hours with bleach….i can’t say if that will really help or not but it is a pro-active approach and really, we need to keep busy here.
meantime, the b.c. liberals have been caught with their pants down AGAIN over olympic spending…they are trying to find a venue for a high falutin’ evening to schmooze with the rich who may be interested in investing in b.c.. my answer is, of course, to have it at a homeless shelter so we can all meet face to face and they can actually see who they’re screwing over. in other words, civilizatiion is measured by how one takes care of one’s own….yes i’m luckier then a myriad of people around the world….but why should the business community fart out pati foi de gras when i’m farting dry , scratchy toast?
now it’s off to the pharmacy for me to get my prescriptions refilled. i’ll stretch that visit out to have a tour of london drugs 😀