The thing about Assisted Living (where I am) and Nursing Homes (way worse), is you are asking people that may not even know where they are to wear masks.
A 7th person got it. Still a low number considering the number of demented people that live here (I’d estimate 80%)
Today I was waiting for a few meds to be delivered. I couldn’t get thru to “Wellness” or any nurses who were supposed to deliver it to my room.
I had to leave the room to go down and find someone to annoy.
Directly outside my door, sitting in the hallway my neighbor was reading a paper sitting in a chair, with his mask down around his neck.
He just doesn’t know any better. So I squeezed by in my wheelchair, and went down to the C level.
Nobody answered my feeble knocks on their “Wellness” door.
I went to where the top nurse works.
No luck. I tried a few more phone numbers. All answering machines. (I would ban them)
I found the nurses in the nurses lounge and got one to come out. I operate on the age old squeaky wheel method.
She wasn’t wearing a mask – but that was understandable, she was still chewing her lunch.
No gloves, but she got my package of meds and handed it to me.
When I turned my chair around to get to the lift, my neighbor was there again, mask half-up, asking me “how do you get one of those?”
He means the wheel chair.
He has been asking me the same question since I first got the chair (six months?)
And I’ve been giving him the same summary of the steps involved each time, but today I said: you’re not allowed to have one Mr. Jones. They are not allowed here.
And got into the elevator and onto my floor where a woman was sitting far away without a mask on.