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I've posted previous articles with some photos showing just how fucked-up my leg is.  They're far more detailed and graphic than those within this particular post.  However, below, find a few photos that I'd taken today.  I'm in an excessive amount of pain the last couple of weeks — lack of medical care, living on the street, etc. aggrivating shit.

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All Sorts of Fucked-Up

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by James Stewart
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Location:  Greater Sudbury Public Library, 74 Mackenzie St., Sudbury, Ontario, P3C 4X8, Canada
 

 

I've posted previous articles with some photos showing just how fucked-up my leg is.  They're far more detailed and graphic than those within this particular post.  However, below, find a few photos that I'd taken today.  I'm in an excessive amount of pain the last couple of weeks — lack of medical care, living on the street, etc. aggrivating shit.

 


 

 

 

 

While, they're all somewhat blury — exception being, the last one — you should, at least, be able to ascertain that there's something not quite right going on.  The first three images are of my left leg — front (i.e. knee) view, inner thigh view, and outer thigh view.  I'd found it rather difficult to get a rear view of my leg.  But, for as bad as the rest may appear, the majority of the bleeding and stuff is on the back of my leg…  It's, exponentially, worse than the rest of my leg.  The last image is of my right foot.  I didn't take the sock off for the photo, as I didnt have a change of socks or anything on me, and the blood had bonded the sock and my foot together when it dried.

There was a blood blister on my right foot where that blotch is now.  However, it has since ruptured — leaving behind, a Loonie-size hole in my foot.  My leg, as can be sort of seen in the above photos, is getting rubbed fucking raw by my brace.

My worker needs to unfuck my shit — and, right fucking quick.  I shouldn't be forced to live on th street due to a mother-fucking landlord who has a vendetta because they'd thought that I was moving ASAP and wasn't going to tell him.  Although I have been looking, and am going to have the doctor fill-out the medical portion of the accessible unit portion of the Housing form once I'm able to pay him the fee, I wasn't going to just up-and-leave with no damn notice to him.

Let's break this down Barney-style:

  1. My landlord won't tell my worker that I'm living there until I pay him rent…  He thought that I was leaving ASAP — and, without any notice to him.
  2. Seemingly, my worker refuses to release my money to me, pending rental verification from said landlord.
  3. As, previously stated, the landlord refuses to acknowledge that I'm still living there without further payment first.  And, at this point, I'm now technically not living there anyhow.  Without being able to pay May's rent, I was put-out…  Being the type of residence, no notice nor eviction order was required.
  4. I tried to get a bed at the Salvation Army, for a few days anyhow, while trying to sort-out this clusterfuck that I've found myself in.
     
    During the intake process, I'm asked about prescription medication.  As per my ICE Web page, I'm on several medications and take them several times throughout each day.
     
    The intake worker, or who-the-fuck-ever she was, told me that I'd need to hand them over to her as they take all medications.  At that point, I told her that I'd absolutely comply with their rules while I'm within their building, but when leaving the property for the day though, everything that I enter with is to leave with me.  I'm not a fucking addict, am not there by court order, nor for some addictions counselling shit.  I need a bed to sleep at night for a few days — nothing more and nothing less.
     
    Being a gimp, it's rather unreasonable of them, to expect for me to travel back-and-forth to their building several times each day in order to get my pills.  I have a difficult enough time, getting around, in general…  Given my current health condition(s), exacerbated by street-living and the stress and shit that goes along with it, mobility is fast becoming all but impossible for me.  I soldier-on, pushing through it though, as I have no other transportation at the moment; giving me no other alternative.
     
    I was told that the intake was over, and that they'd not give me bed, because I refused to allow them to keep my medications even when I wasn't within their facility.  Having been abruptly turned-away from the Salvation Army, I had no other place to go.  I sought out one of the the only two 24-hour Tim Hortons in-town which don't close their inside access at 2300–0000.  I slept in a booth-thing, at the Tim Hortons on Barrydowne, for a couple of days.  Understandably, they weren't overtly impressed by my sleeping inside of their store — not having enough money to even buy a single fucking Timbit.
  5. Unable to continue sleeping inside of the restaurant, I was forced onto the street.  I've been sleeping on the street for the past couple of nights, and don't have any particular hope of getting off of the street any time soon either.  Last night, I slept on the ground next to The Mission, between them and their neighbouring fire station…  I froze my fucking ass off — not having a sleeping bag or any-damn-thing — it got down to -7°C (19.4°F) overnight.

That brings us to today.  For the foreseeable future, I'll be living outside with no fixed address.  Looking at the forecast, it's supposed to be -2°C (28.4°F) on Saturday, -4°C (24.8°F) on Sunday, -2°C (28.4°F) on Monday, and down into the negatives a few other days next week.  With no protection from the elements and on a prolonged basis, that's asking to get sick with pneumonia and/or some other shit, at the least.  Like, fuck — snow's being forecast for Sunday!  Whiskey — Tango — Foxtrot?!?

Tonight, I'm really not sure what I'm going to be doing with myself…  The one-and-only "hostile" in town refuses to allow me a fucking bed…

 
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Tags:  Self, The Suck

 
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