Thursday, July 25, 2013

Joel Z Williams and how poor people can fight bedbugs, the Missouri method.

V is for Vector

Another southern summer in full swing, yet this morning is rare, july 25 and the air is breezy and zero humidity. Its almost like being in the country because of  the incessant hissing of cicadas and frogs I cannot hear the traffic and other city noises. Just the whirring of nature as they build a crescendo then it subsides only to build again. The breeze gently plays with my windchime and loans a zen quality to the sound as my elephant ears nod lazily in the sun.
A nice start anyway. So I brought my tea out here to enjoy it while it lasts.

It never lasts.

You see, my house is a toxic wasteland of pesticides as I battle yet another Vector. This time- the bedbug.
It seems we have them. Still. Again.
The $400.00 treatment didn't work.
The brand new mattresses and box springs didn't work. 

If you remember last summer it was fruitflys also known as drainflys.
And the summer before that, It was lice. Then roaches. Then fleas. Then spiders.
I am a Vector magnet
Victor Vector. 

It's amazing what you learn along the way in life. The main thing I have learned is that there alot more insects in the world than people. We are outnumbered. They have power in numbers and evolution. And we are a snack. That is the long and short of it. 

I believe I poisoned myself a little yestereday in my zeal to eridicate the little buggers, I might have got a little carried away with the spray and the foggers.

And upon returing home from the 2 hour required stay away time, I opened the door and two adults were sitting on the cover of the mattress waiting on me to get close so they could "fall" on me and suck my blood. They weren't even stunned. I got pissed off then and attacked them with my last bit of spray completely covering them with a dollop of foam.

My vision is blurry due to the toxicity of my house and these happy fuckers just keep on keepin on.

In desperation, I googled other methods. In my searching I found a fellow named Joel Z Williams.

I hope you enjoy him as much as I did. Now excuse me while i go get some dry ice and clorox.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013


The clock on the wall never moves it's hands, yet this patient will not stop moving hers. She's cooking up delicious delectables for her family who aren't present, stirring imaginary pots and frying chickens unplucked. At the end of the long night, she folds her hands and hopes that there is enough. If not, she says, they can go get a hamburger. I chuckled at her but she was cooking imaginary food for her family, who she wanted so much to be with.

One day my feet flew out from under me as I carried a tray across the room, and slid on some water in the floor. Landing flat on my back with my leg underneath me, I was stunned I wasn't injured. Embarrassed for sure, but uninjured. The patient jumped up out of her bed, grabbed her foley catheter and chest tube box and came over to me, offering to help me up and for me to lay down in her bed. I looked up at her face , and even cutting through my embarrassment, I was touched beyond words. I assured her I was Ok, and to prove it, I stood and shook the food off of me, laughing and helped her back to bed. Then I slunk off to check my leg and lick my pride.

Patients are a never ending source of amazement to me. Their humanity facing down their own mortality, scary surgery and painful recovery often surprises me, as they worry about the patient next door, or the one who they heard didn't do so well after surgery. Or the nurse who fell, or is working a double shift, or working while ill. People in hospitals are generally expected to be at their worst, so this comes as a surprise to many. They reach way down inside and grab ahold of some empathy even they didn't know about.

They also bargain, bribe, beg, threaten, swat, push, punch, curse, spit and bite. They disregard instructions, pull out tubes, pick at their incisions and piss and shit on themselves. They vomit, drool and sweat, bleed, ooze and spurt. They are human beings, imperfect and crass, criminals and saints. Teenagers to centenarians. Children of God, people who walk the earth people who have free will and ability to use tools and with large (most of the time) cerebrum. Rational beings, with souls and heart. But not always so evident. Sometimes you have to dig around under a layer of hurt and doubt. Many people cover up with a callous and hide their goodness to survive. I believe most people are inherently good inside, misunderstanding, ignorance and survival make a person hard.

This is a rough draft and the prompt that got me started is "hospitals"

Back later....

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Little debi

Is Kinda like little nicki, with her being born in hell and all, but real, real nice. Her sadistic  family always playin tricks on her to make her more evil never works and she just keeps getting more and more nice and almost human.