This blogger: I live in Boomer Village right off route 482. This is my blog... a source of relief that my therapist recommended. I'm 65, I don't belong here, I hate my abandoning family and I hate my life.
ENTRY 43 - Bethany
"I want a new roommate Nurse Bethany!"
"I want a new roommate Nurse Bethany!"
"I want a new roommate Nurse Bethany!"
This is how I started my day today in my attempt to fight these idiots that run this dump.
Nurse Bethany smiled and shook her head in disapproval.
"Nobody has ever had a problem with George; he's the sweetest man," she said with that stupid grin.
Last time I complained she told me to keep a diary of why he was crazy and I did.
Today I presented my list:
- He's a racist
- Every night he stares at me while jotting down notes in some war manual that he keeps.
- He keeps a death list. You are on that death list Nurse Bethany, you're number 2.....
Before I could get to the 20 things I wrote, she started laughing and got personal.
"Troy, is this about your family leaving you? If so, I just got a letter from your granddaughter. It seems to be a drawing, isn't that sweet?"
You could imagine my surprise at finally receiving a letter from that rotten family of mine. What family would put a healthy 65 year old in this rat-infested dump? I frantically tore open the envelope and produced a drawing of a dollar bill--next to it was this note:
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Dear Old Grandpa,
I got a new Grandpa now. Please don't forget my birthday money this Friday.
Love,
Alexis
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I was in shock. Before I could start yelling, that idiot George showed up again.
"George, there you are, speak of the devil!" gleefully shrieked Bethany.
"Bethany, I already gave my blood donation, keep away from me" - George said, backing up.
(Background- George believes that Bethany sells blood to foreigners because they aren't allowed in our blood banks without proper citizenship. I told him this was ridiculous and he threatened to report me to ICE)
Then Bethany blew the whistle on my plan
"Oh no George, not that. Troy was complaining about your living situation, now isn't that just the silliest thing?"
George naturally explodes.
"HOW DARE YOU REPORT ME TO THIS WITCH, SHE'S A VAMPIRE, EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT"
"What did you say George???" snapped Bethany
"Uh, Nurse Bethany, I think I'm feeling depressed, since we haven't done a group meeting lately."
Bethany jumped up, excited and bubbling. She has been trying to get him to go forever and this was his way of avoiding the subject.
"I knew you would come around George, I will gather everyone together and we will meet on Wednesday."
Oh joy. a crappy family and group therapy.
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UPDATED POST
- I had a conversation with George about Bethany and her meeting. He is going to do something drastic.
"Whats' your beef with Bethany, I mean she seems nice enough," I began.
George grabbed me with both of his hands and had the most serious look I've ever seen.
'You're kidding right? You haven't heard? She killed three residents in the last month--bad blood donations, they died a few days later."
I told George that people die here all the time as it is an old age home and death will occur.
George then pulled out a revolver and gave me a crazy look - "Not this guy"
