Specifically a Green Bottle Fly. Right purty, but as she breathed her last I said, “Wrong room,” in my best James Bond.
I once named a buzzing mosquito in my bedroom Henry Higgins. Just you wait, Henry 'Iggins…just you wait
I got a skeeter bite on my butt. I was fully dressed at the time;)
Tell me how a flying skeeter accomplished that feat. Fairly sure I was seated at the time.
DZ I thought you were out of the joint. What’s up?
After last week’s adventure of being beset by yellow jackets (the little bastards!!!) I decided I would pull some weeds in a different part of the yard. As I was starting to think about quitting (it’s hot!!!) I heard an ominous buzzing, and I high-tailed it out of the garden bed.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a yellow jacket, but it wasn’t happy about my proximity, so I took it as a sign to put away my gardening stuff. I’m about to assume the knitting position in front of Netflix. I take flying stingers most seriously, omen-wise.
Nope. They are sending me to a different one for silly reasons, but maybe the PT, food, and Wi-Fi will be better there. Here PT is nonexistent now, the food has deteriorated from not very good, and I get a poor, one intermittent bar signal.
Rant: At 7:42pm I got a call from some medical transport guy saying he’ll be picking me up @10:15am for an 11:00am appointment at Elmhurst Memorial Hospital. This was as the first I heard about it and I immediately tried to talk to the nurse to learn more about it. Meanwhile, I checked the MyChart website and found I have NO upcoming appointments at any Elmhurst branch. My nurse left without seeing me but at 9:45pm–two hours later–another nurse found a sheet of paper describing my appointment with an ortho guy at a completely different place. Grrrrrr! This isn’t the first time I’ve stumbled on an appointment they hadn’t bothered to tell me about. I will be so glad to be shut of this dump.
At about 5am the night nurse told me about my appointment. At about 730 the day shift knew nothing about it. At 945 they started getting me ready for a 1000 pickup. Then they couldn’t find a CNA to accompany me because they hadn’t planned ahead. I got to the 1100 disappointment at 1145 and learned they don’t take my insurance. I immediately called the driver but he didn’t show for two hours. Grrr.
I’d be very concerned about the presence of carrion flies in a nursing home. Yech.
Yes, since it might indicate someone with dead flesh around an unhealed sore or gangrene.