Everything, including the weak coffee, was COLD.

I’m NOT kidding when I say that jails and prisons, homeless shelter / services providers, and other facilities which purport to feed people do a much better job of it, and those places aren’t raking in $2M per month from Medicare, Medicaid, and private insurers combined. WTF?
At least Crusty Dave finally left our room, apparently bound for some outside appointment having to do with his gout, which must be the worst case on record, and probably should be detailed in photos and written reports as part of future medical textbooks. The guy is like a human black hole, sucking all the energy out of the area he’s in, but still maintains a Charles Manson-like ability to manipulate others. I’m sure all of the medical professionals Crusty sees would be lost without his guidance on how to treat his self-inflicted condition, and his friends who visit frequently continue to lap up his LIES about how hard he works in physical therapy. He was in bed for 3 1/2 days, only going to the toilet a few times to bleed on the floor and leave a puddle of urine in front of the BIG oval target.
He’s just allowed to do nothing for himself, although he might regain necessary life skills if required to do so.
Well, enough of this rant . . . I’m going to see if there are any stray bowls of corn flakes I can seize for my early breakfast tomorrow.
— MRW