We're completely out of curlex dressings. I haven't had any wound care for 3 days now. On the other hand, there's plenty of opiods on hand. Sometimes I have to wait an hour while the morphine heads to get out of the way before I can ask the nurse a question.
I want to go hone.

I really need to get some pictures of Haggis kicking werewolf ass.
(Also ghost, witch, and goblin butt too)

It's been a terrible bad awful day at the rehab here.

Our receptionist is in the hospital. She apparently has Covid 19. The self-described little cutesy brown girl went into the hospital yesterday. I feel like rolling out onto the rehab patio and punching out the brick wall. This girl is very special to me. She's a good friend to me and my brother. It's just not fair that a 22 year old girl could catch the 'Boomer Plague.'

They're bringing in more Covid 19 patients into the rehab. They have closed down other rehabs because all of their residents had Covid 19. Why don't they reopen one of those instead of killing all of us here?

My wound care nurse has warned me not to leave my room under any circumstance, even with a mask. I wish could go home.

The last book I ordered finally came in (Cthulhu: 2000). Instead of giving me the package directory, the receptionist took it outside, sprayed it with disinfectant, waited a few minutes for the package to dry, and then cut open the package so she could give me the book directly.

Just as well I guess. The book did pass through a couple of flyover states where the peons are protesting quarantine.

But I got my book and all is good now.

Well...shit.

Somebody admitted two Covid 19 sufferers to the rehab. As a result, our head nurse and three other nurses have gotten sick and are staying home. Two nurses have been assigned to take care of the two new patients and nobody else. So we have a staffing shortage. We're okay now, but it's only a matter of time before the rest of the rehab is infected. I have a private room so I might have a little more time than the others.

I hope I come back as a zombie. A special kind of zombie that goes after stupid people like the morons protesting against quarantine. If there is anybody who truly deserves to die, it's somebody wearing a red cap.

Some books I ordered are coming in. Big thanks to my friend who sent me a gift card. Trust me, it was well spent. I'm still trying to find out what happened to the books my little brother sent me.

I'm having a bit of trouble with fellow residents who don't respect my privacy. While I was getting wound care a couple of weeks ago, a woman with dementia came into my room and started making exorcist noises. Last week, this old fart pushed his way into my room and started talking nonsense. I got him out of here in a heartbeat. I'm thinking it's cabin fever since I've never been intruded upon befote.

Food's getting a little better. Our new chef is adding new touches like toasting sandwiches and giving us fruit cups instead of cake or pudding. My brother dropped off a bottle of tomato ketchup which helps things greatly.

That's about it, I guess. Take care of yourselves and each other. And don't bother trying to educate a red cap about Covid 19. As W.C. Fields used to say, "Never smarten up a chump."

Apparently we have a package thief here at the rehab. On March 27th, a package from Amazon from my little brother, went missing. I was only alerted to this problem after my little brother texted me and asked if I had gotten my gifts the other day.
If you have bought something for me from off my wishlist, I urge you to contact Amazon and request a refund.
Meanwhile, I am on the lookout for the package thief, and I will either get him fired or sent to a rehab where Covid 19 is the flavor of the day.

President Mango is at it again: https://www.dailykos.com/stories/20.....-our-democracy

Fun. Fun. Fun.
One week last week they admitted a new patient to the rehab.
The next morning, every nurse we had on hand pushed the new patient, still in his bed, out of the building through the front door to a waiting ambulance.
The patient was showing signs of Covid 19. The hospital that sent him here did an incredibly piss poor job of screening the guy. And it so happened, I was in the front lobby sipping coffee when the patient and the nurses came barreling past me. The receptionist and I looked at each other after they loaded the patient into that ambulance and took big gulps of coffee.
I need to keep a small bottle of hooch around to Irish up coffee.
We've been doing very well here at the rehab keeping the plague at bay. But five staff members are sitting at home now in quarantine because they were exposed to Covid 19 elsewhere, or had spouses who were exposed.
Fortunately, today went pretty good for me. My brother dropped off a pizza and I binge watched Beastars on Netflix.
The bunny in that show reminded me strongly of a little girl I knew in high school who used sex to find a place to fit in, and that wolf needs a sandwich.
See you guys later.

Some Republican fanatics claim this is all a hoax. Does this look like a hoax?:
https://mobile.twitter.com/JoeBorel.....6biU6sUTTryEyo

This game won some major awards.
All you need are some D6s (cube dice) and figures (lots of nice paper miniatures you can download for free, just look): https://rpggeek.com/filepage/108172.....20-print-final

Our scheduler was dating a woman who has positively identified as having coronovirus. He's been asked to stay home, but we're worried if any damage has been done here.
One of our better nurses is also staying home. She had been staying with her sister-in-law and the sister-in-law has coronavirus.
Meanwhile, some of the residents are showing signs of cabin fever. I don't blame them. I feel like going over the wall. I can't roll myself outside in the morning to look around and drink coffee anymore. I know that the virus is airborne, but there's a whole lot of empty space around the rehab. Airborne is one thing, but we're not The Omega Man plague quite yet.

Well, here we are.
Nevada is shut down except for essential services like medical and grocery stores and gas stations. Curfew is from 8 PM to 8 AM. And the Strip is a ghost town. It's now possible to walk from one end of the Strip to the other and not meet another living person.
Did I tell you about my new nurse? Her mother was Filipino and her father was German. She is six feet of pure unadulterated goddess. She could've stepped out of a Frank Frazetta painting. And the reason I'm mentioning her now is because you and I have to focus on things other than that damn virus or cabin fever will surely overtake us.
And don't none of you forget that it's not only the virus that's dangerous. A friend of my wound care nurse was robbed of her groceries at gunpoint while exiting Walmart. Later that day, a fake census taker was trying to weasel his way into my wound care nurse's home. Fortunately, my nurse's husband and sons were home. Did I mention the husband was Samoan?
The fake census taker was almost pulled apart like a rotisserie chicken.
I guess there's nothing to do except watch post-apocalypse movies.

Well, as of this moment, Nevada is shut down.
This is way worst than 9/11.
Every gaming machine in the state was turned off a half hour ago.
Every casino has shut its doors.
And what few tourists we have left wandering our streets are comparing us to a The Walking Dead set.
My brother was laid off from The Golden Nugget where he had worked for about 30 years. He was their senior PAD supervisor. He was replaced by two twentysomethings who related to higherups at the casino. When this is over, the Golden Nugget is going to get hit by an age discrimination lawsuit that will demonstrate that there are way worse things than being prosecuted for hoarding toilet paper and hand sanitizer.
If I was mobile, I would've gone down there and kicked in some doors.
Not much else to add right now.

Get a load of this: https://twitter.com/timjhogan/statu.....57645389250561

I'd like to start off by saying that this is not your time to bitch about your gun rights. There's someone carrying on FA about his inability to find more .22 ammunition and how his gun rights outweigh whatever the hell he thinks happened at Sandy Hook (listen to PBS and stop listening to Alex Jones). You should be worried about your ability to help your fellow man in this time of need instead.
Jesus, I swear.
Demand just kicked Supply's ass here in Las Vegas. I've been told that the Smiths Supermarket stores are closing their doors until they have something to sell again. They literally ran out of everything. I'm asking my brother to get me a bottle of tomato ketchup, but I don't know if there's one left to buy in Nevada.
Here at the rehab, the manager is taking draconian steps to keep us residents safe: office staff have to work from home now. Pharmacy have to stay outside too. Some of the nursing staff aren't being let back in because of their second jobs at other rehabs.
The manager is buying some iPads so bedridden residents can comfortably chat up their friends and family. Everybody is taking meals in their own rooms too. All medical appointments have been pushed back as far as possible.
Our plucky receptionist had a problem with a street rat who stumbled in through the front doors before we buttoned up the place. The bum wanted drinking money and she gave him $5 of her own money to get rid of him. God, I love that cutesy little brown girl (her description, not mine).
I'm doing okay. I'm trying to keep busy and I advocate for other residents when I can. A friend is sending me a book which I'm looking forward to. Thankfully, most of the screamers in my hall were moved to other facilities before the balloon went up.
Well, that's my story so far. What about you guys?

Well, the balloon went up this afternoon. Anybody following the news knew it was inevitable, but most of us weren't ready to board that train after it pulled into the station.
The entire rehab, staff and residents, watched Trump's speech on TV in the common room. Even the residents afflicted with dementia and Alzheimer's called Trump out on his bullshit.
My rehab is locked down. No visitors unless it's a hospice patient.
As many medical appointments are being rescheduled as possible. I will have to wait awhile longer for the medical operation to clean out the veins in my legs. My eye appointments are the exception.
The staff here at the rehab are golden. Their kindness will help us residents keep our sanity.
The rest of Las Vegas isn't doing too well. Layoffs have begun and a lot of people are going to be hitting the bricks.
Every buffet, house show and night club on the Strip and downtown are closed. Las Vegas probably right now makes Kansas look like Soho on a Saturday night.
Not much else to report.
*HUGS*

It's getting serious. My rehab aren't letting us have any visitors until the emergency is over. I only had the one visitor, my brother, but other people here had people coming to see them every day. I don't know how they're going to manage.
The casinos here in Las Vegas are shutting down their buffets. Buffets are what helped make Las Vegas, Las Vegas. That's thousands of people out of work too. too
I vaguely remember the precautions they took against polio when I was a kid: No public gatherings of almost any kind except for ice sports (polio was a tropical disease).
I can only wonder what's going on outside of the rehab now.

I went to wound care today.
Things have changed there since last Tuesday.
My wound care doctor attracts a "type" of nurse: tall, blonde, willowy MILFS. Gorgeous, all of them (well, this is Las Vegas). But this time, they were wearing masks and gowns and were very, very hard to tell apart.
My favorite nurse is named Kelly, and I am her favorite patient. We often hug each other (I'm usually in my wheelchair, so I get to hug her around her hips and firm glutes). But this time, I couldn't tell Kelly from the rest of the squad.
I hugged every blonde nurse there, except Kelly.
I'll be happy when this is over, one way or another.

They're starting to batten down the hatches here at my rehab. The staff here are experienced and always professional, but they're like family, and you can tell if your family is scared.
It is estimated that in the coming months, 96 million people will become sick, and 480,000 will die. Most of the deaths will be elderly, which is now my age demographic.
We've taking precautions and good ideas at the rehab. I now have my own hand sanitizer station in my room and the rehab manager has taken my suggestion to replace all the old doorknobs with brass doorknobs (brass is germicidal).
What sucks is that there will be no more outings for the time being. No trips to the store or buffet or anything else. That rehab in Seattle had a 10% fatality rate, so they're not risking nothing.
It'll still be a few months before the condo is repaired, so I'm stuck here until it is repaired. I'm trying to keep busy: I got the vending machines readjusted to accept coins and paper bills again after the vending machine company went paperless (half the residents here don't even have a phone), I'm working on a directory of nearby fast food places that deliver (ghod, I'd love a couple slices of pizza right now), and I'm trying to get back a cold vending machine so we can buy fresh food.
But I am so ready to go over the wall.
The link to my wishlist is here on my profile of anybody wants to buy an old a book or something. A little tchotchke might save my marbles.
*Hugs*