The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore.
I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
ANOTHER SAD DAY
When I visited later in the day he seemed a little more lucid than usual. It was about 30-40 minutes into the visit that he started to talk incoherently. We spoke for a bit. He asked what was being done. I told him that we had given his insurance paperwork to Darlene. He said he did not think that she would be able to help much. Then we talked a little bit more. Then he said he did not feel much like talking. He closed his eyes and slept a while. He woke up about 40 minutes later then started talking incoherently about who knows what.
He was in a quiet room without any machinery. Towards the end of the visit I was told that they had given orders for him to be moved back to Future Care Nursing Home. I felt devistated. I told the woman that notarized my power of attorney papers who is also a social worker that I did not care much for him going back to Future Care. She gave me the name of a facility that did hospice care that was closer to where I live. I told him before I left that they were going to move him back to the nursing home. I got the feeling that he did not care one way or the other. Me, I would have preferred that he stayed at Bon Secour.
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