I really need to get back in the habit of posting as often as I can. I get used to not posting, and it goes on for way too long. I think to myself, “this would be a good thing to post about.” And then for whatever reason I don't write about it and there you go. One more day of nothing. And then when I finally do, I forget everything that happened before. It's not a good way to document your life.
On Monday, I spoke with Humphrey through my friend who communicates with animals. It had been about 2 years since we spoke, which was right before I left my ʻohana and Humphrey and I were separated. I wanted to check in with him now that we are in this phase of our life together. Which is not together. He said he took me for granted when we were in Pukalani. That's sweet. Especially since I believe that's what I was doing with him. We don't do that anymore.
I need to find more people who can bring him to me. It's a lot to ask of someone. But hey, if anyone wants to spend a chunk of time (3 hours + pick up and return) with Humphrey and me, we would love you a lot! It might be more realistic to think that someone could pick him up and bring him to me, and someone else could take him home. He's come often enough, and he behaves himself so well that no one would have a problem with him being left alone with me. If someone I know lives in Honolulu and wants to be half of a Humphrey team, please let me know.
My neighbor had an x-ray done while she was in bed last Saturday. She ended up having a cough and was isolated Monday through Friday of last week. I had four blissful days and nights of complete silence. And then she came back and talked for 24 hours straight. She has been in a room by herself, which allowed her voices to run wild. I did not sleep that first night. I had to get re-acclimated. She has schizophrenia and the voices in her head keep her up as long as they can until she falls asleep exhausted.
You might wonder why I don't ask to switch rooms. There was a whole thing when I was first here, and I ended up losing the quiet room I was in. There weren't many rooms left to choose from and I picked the room I'm in now. At the time, there was my neighbor K, auntie U and a hospice patient who didn't speak much english. Auntie U is a 96-year-old asian lady in full dementia who has lived here for six years. She is a whole story herself and she was moved to another room a few months ago. I miss her.
Anyway, I have always had empathy for K because my father has schizophrenia also. His version is very different, but I feel I have experience dealing with this disease. K herself is a nice lady who likes me and knows I am smart and honest. I like my bed next to the window and I don't want to move. It is a much quieter room and I can interrupt K's voices which helps her go to sleep.
That's my update for now. I cleaned up my phone so I can post things from the website. Know that if Brett posts something it is because I can't at the moment but he is posting on my Facebook at my direction. See you soon, hopefully!
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