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[Apr. 7th, 2008|07:57 am]
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I also have to overhaul this journal. There's a lot that I would like to see look better and all, and I want to come back to using it, even if I am simply posting the same blogs that I post over at MySpace... |
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| Get up and go has NOT got up and went! |
[Apr. 6th, 2008|03:55 pm]
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| | awake | ] | So the other day was interesting. Since I was sort of kind of not really on Spring Break, (until tomorrow,) Derek and I decided that we were going to Santa Barbara for the day. So yeah, that's a cool way to blow a day as far as I am concerned.
Of course, because of the ever going on demands of the world, we had to put off leaving til about three pm or so, which meant we couldn't go spend the WHOLE day, but I was able to get some work on a paper done in the car while we were driving, so there's that at least. Four out of ten pages, to be exact.
Anyway, spent the day up there, and it was wicked nice. We had another great dinner at Bucatini, which I COMPLETELY recommend to those who go to the area. We always have great food there. When it started getting late, we went to a local coffee shop and used the WiFi there to find a gay bar in Ventura. Now, I have to say, I find it REALLY weird that there is only one gay bar in the whole flippin' area and all, seeing as Santa Barbara has its own Pride and all, but whatever.
The bar itself, a place called Paddy's, was pretty cool. What was weird though is that it totally brought me back to my clubbing days in Providence and New London. It was a nice place, but the people were SO not city people, though many seemed to think they were. And to add in a bit of bitchiness, seeing the young guys with flannel shirts covered by denim shirts? I felt like the bar teleported from 1993.
I'll go again, I am sure, when next we go to SB for the day. It just really makes me wish we were friends with a couple again so the four of us could just pick up and go for the drive and whatever. Ah well. With time, I guess! |
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| What a day. What. A. Day. |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|11:00 am]
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| | Still weirded out | ] | So I went to the home yesterday after many phone calls were made. To bring everyone up to speed, the hospital gave me a few phone numbers, five to be exact. Only two of the five are still in working use. Of the two, one rings and rings and rings, and is supposedly her grandmother. The other one rings about five times and then goes to a machine, where I left a message, as did the people at the hospital and the woman, Lisa, who works at the county morgue.
Let me share with you that Lisa at the morgue is a complete doll, and I really appreciate that she was there. She was ironically so much kinder than the nurses at the home. Of course, I do understand why the women at the home were so upset. I'll get to that later.
One of the calls I got from the home was Myriam asking me to go and pick up Shay's things, so we packed up and headed up there. It was almost scary how close Shay was to me the whole time. Less than a ten minute drive, actually. Anyway, we went to the home and when I told them why I was there, everyone shunted me to the place where she was, and well, it was really surreal. I know that Convalescent Homes are not nice places, and that they're really sad, but these elderly people shuffling about, asking me if I can change their lightbulbs, (this happened twice from two different people. I don't see how they thought I was a nurse, in my jeans, flip-flops and tight-fitting Superman t-shirt.) I felt as though I had entered the Twilight Zone. Several of the elderly women in the halls were agitated. They were yelling about wanting to get their hair done, that their appointments were cancelled. I had to explain who I was and why I was there over and over, and finally the nurses found Myriam, as yet another nurse was yelling at me because Shay had been there dead, at this point, for 14 hours. They were telling me that they had bags of ice on her, which I later found out was a bad thing, because I guess part of bloating is absorbing moisture from the room. The condensation from the ice on her body just made that easier, from what Lisa explained to me.
Anyway, the nurses told me about what the last eight months were like, and it's shocking to me. She did not shower once while she was there, though she would wash herself with a cloth and plain water if she was pushed to, and her roommates complained about her all the time. She was mean to all of the nurses, and just wanted to be left alone, even when it was their job NOT to leave her alone. While they didn't tell me about it, she stole from a lot of people while she was there. There were many VHS tapes all over her room, whole drawers full, and I just left those behind and told the nurse to bring them back to activities. She even stole the television set from Encino-Tarzana hospital somehow! I also left that with the home, as I didn't want the responsibility of bringing it to the other hospital, and this way the old people there can still use it.
Her room was a fetid swamp at best upon my arrival. There were brown stains all around where the bed was, and this was explained to me. While I said it in part of my previous post, she refused to get out of bed at all for the last week. She urinated in one of the hospital's juice/water pitchers, trying to save it. The nurses kept dumping it, but they were pissed that she was going in something that was supposed to serve beverages in. It's typical though, when you think about it. As it was, she was urinating into a plastic cup of mine and dumping that into Pepsi bottles, after all. Remember that was thrown away, and even looking at the three remaining ones makes me gag from time to time. She sat in her own excrement for the last six days. When the nurses would try to clean her, she would go crazy, and "try to club them with her meaty appendages." That's a direct quote from a nurse. Pools of water also covered the floor, as the ice bags would melt. The few pictures she showed me from home were plastered onto the wall, COVERED in Scotch tape. Books and magazines, as well as more VHS tapes, littered the tables, and I wondered what her home in Ohio looked like, as she was stealing so much from where she was, and it must have been a long habit to be that much of a packrat.
( This is where I went to see the body. Don't read it if you're weak of heart.Collapse )
We got her things back here, and looked through them. We're donating her clothes to GoodWill, though I don't know if they'll want them. There was a surprising amount of porn in there, mostly Swank magazines and the like. She somehow also got her hands on three porn DVDs. I cannot help but wonder when she was able to watch these, as she had a roommate her whole time there. Though I guess the nurses DID tell me that her roommates never lasted long, and asked to be transferred as soon as a bed elsewhere was made available. Zero and Kris took the porno and are giving them to random people on the street, since you know, that's what Zero and Kris are like. There were a lot of water-damaged magazines like Ladies Home Journal and Readers Digest, and we threw those away. I have her Ohio Identification Card still. Her stuffed animals all have poo on them, and they have been given away. She had a few gift bags in her box, mainly full of 99 cent store crap, all from people whom I have never heard of. I would assume that the families of her roommates all took pity on her, which is sweet. What's left? A few pictures, her id card, and some small personal effects, which I will gladly send to her family if I can contact them.
Where does this leave me now? Well, I still want to get in touch with someone from her family. I don't know how I will manage it, but if I can get in touch with her step-father, that would be best, though I no longer have a working number for him. I've posted to a few places asking for help contacting him. If there's anyone in the Cincinnati area who can contact me with any info on Charles Hann or his son Ben, that would be great, because I need to let him know. Otherwise, thanks anyway.
I am sure that there will be more. We'll see what happens. |
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| So it ends. Or does it? |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|09:30 am]
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| | totally weirded out | ] | Okay, a lot of you added me to read the further adventures of Shay, the monster that has clocked over 2,000 comments. Well, the story, I think, came to a close today. I was called at 7:24 am from Chandler Hospital, and well, she was found dead this morning before the 7:00 am shift. She wasn't breathing, and she had pilfered food wrappers around her. They tried to resuscitate her, but it didn't work, and they think at this point that she went into diabetic shock. So she ate herself to death. I know it's weird, but it's fitting, really.
The hospital called me because she never changed my name from the next of kin list, even though she found the blog entry and decided that she hates me or something. That's okay. They called me and gave me five numbers to use to get in touch with her family. I tried. Three don't work, one rings and rings, and the other has a machine. I should leave a message on that, but how do you tell someone, "Hi, remember your 485 pound step-daughter? She ate herself to death." Bleh.
Ah well. I am sure there will be more story. I want to talk to her family still. We'll see what happens. I will keep this journal updated with what I learn. |
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| Whittling down the list. |
[May. 26th, 2006|12:55 pm]
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| | industrious | ] | Okay guys and girls. I know that a lot of people have added me because of the whole Shay debacle, and I know that I have been away for a long, long time, and I have just come back and started posting again. However, I would like to be able to read my friends page again, but with all of the people on it, it's a tad bit overwhelming at this point.
What this comes down to is me wanting to whittle down the list a bit. If you still read my journal and want to remain on my Friends list so that you can get my friends-only posts, (and I am sure there will continue to be some of those,) do me a favor and post a reply to this blog. In a few days, I am just going to delete everyone who hasn't replied, since I have entirely too many people and groups on my list at this point.
Thanks so much! |
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| Update on Shay |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|12:40 pm]
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| | surprised | ] | So I did a little leg work and found out where Shay is. She's now at a Convalescent Home in North Hollywood. What's weird is that the day I found out, I had been right next to the place in order to pick up a package I had at the post office. So we know she's not out on the streets, that's for sure. I do wonder what would happen if someone called and told her that they were Shane... |
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| Prophesy |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|12:38 pm]
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| | anxious | ] | So they may very well release Shay upon an unwitting world. I have been making some calls to explain just HOW severe some of this is to people, but they're not getting it. I forwarded the pics along to the case manager, however. Let's hope they're enough to get a crisis management team in to evaluate her. Seems like she created a mess for herself by telling people that she was going to be released, however, since that's what made them decide she could be discharged...
HELLISH Your life has been 74% difficult. |
It's possible you were joking when you took the test. If not, I'd like to say I'm sorry.
Based on your family, money, political context, and personal situation -- during the important years of your development -- it appears your life was HELLISH. It...sucked. I hope you have a place to vent about this. A diary for example. Use ink, not blood.
The "difficulty" of your life is a measure of how rough you've had it. Undoubtedly, you've struggled to survive. You therefore deserve the highest possible score: hellish. |
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