Life here consists of waiting. Waiting to get up in the morning, waiting to go to the bathroom, waiting for just about everything. I am one of the twenty-four residents on my floor now. It is not just about me anymore.
It's a struggle each day to see that my needs are met. I have to be my own advocate. No one can do it for me. I have also tried to help advocate for another resident on my floor. I am considering becoming an ombudsman or getting my license to practice social work sometime in the future. I don't know what the future has in store for me, but I do know that I want to do whatever I can to help make facilities better for all of us who live in them. That's the one positive thing that has come out of my being here. I know I want to help advocate for change.
Other than my change of address, my life is pretty much the same as it always was. I still am intent on becoming a freelance journalist, I travel into the city several times a week to volunteer at my library and still eat out with friends. The only difference is I take public transportation to my destinations now. That took some getting used to, but I think I have gotten the hang of it. I still love to read, the only difference is I download books to my PC and Kindle now.Oh yeah, I am still a Cher fan too. I listen to her music all the time here.
The saddest thing that has happened since I have been here is that Lucie passed away on November 23, 2014. Five weeks after I left. I miss her daily, but I am happy because she is with my mom now. I am thankful for all the love and care she received from my neighbor during her final weeks.
I still have a life. It may not be the life I had a year ago ,but I am still as independent as I can be. I think for myself and make my own decisions just like I did before. I'm still me