I answered you C, but I see it isn't here. I'm sorry.
hiya Hops.
In an email to a friend at work I stated in part
For 4 days no one knew?
Confidential re J.E, as his memory is much worse--Promise Promise!
When J heard the rumour he emailed me to answer and tell him the truth of what happened. Why would I lie?
Then he wanted to bring all the cash in to the hospital for me to prepare the deposit. If I have to turn in 80 of my dollars, wouldn't the Hospital seize SLR's money too?
I gave him my keys to bring another w'chair from home, collapsible. I would need one to be released. He reported that it wasn't collapsible. I explained procedure, take pillow/cushion off, hit the bottom of the seat with a tough rap and voila. Again! It is not collapsible and he called in G. (with his toolbox) and N., so I already know how my apt was left for them all to see---a nightie, soaking in the sink, my computer on, unmade bed and the look of scorn (I'd never do that!) when J mentioned it and he and wife both said that now they knew how to leave their place when they go away. All of that was unnecessary.
Mar 27 the surgery Mar 29. Don't know where I was in between. I awoke to still excruciating pain, now with a rod down the centre of my femur and 3 incisions where pins/nails/spikes were inserted to hold the rod from turning. I 'hallucinated' on top of what I really knew and day was day but NIGHT was a DAY too, so when I was there 1 week in real time, in my time I had been there 2 weeks and I led parallel lives. I was very concerned about the intention of killing me in my Night/day life and I needed to talk, but only J. came so I asked him if he would 'believe' what I was telling him so that I could talk about it. Well, he just thought I was nuts! I wrote him a note to try to explain. He was no better afterward and was shocked that I knew in advance that we all were going to a sex, drug and booze party. When I came home, I found the note unopened, hidden in a folder on my desk.
J.'s bookkeeper was in a serious crash and he had to 'work'. Izzy however was lounging around pain free with time on her hands.[/font]
If someone cannot understand, then off with his head. He really thought I was ready for the loony bin and said so.
I see him teeteriong on the edge of dementia and don't want to see it come to fruition.
Love
Izzy
oh this bears posting too:
That about covers the main stuff, but J. and wife left on a trip and I came home by wheelchair taxi, As I awaited, my 2 roommates were preparing to move on as well, both men. One was 84, hip surgery and on his way to Dementia. The other was 78, hip replacement, and was on his way to Rehab. The latter told me what he went through, not knowing where he was, not asking, just keeping quiet, because then the Chinese couldn't find him to assassinate him.