Vengeance ain’t worth it
I dunno. I think it’s Ez’s fault, making me melancholy ‘n all. It
can be a shit life and there’s little you can do about it even when
you are young and able. When you get old it’s just an accident
waiting to happen to you.
I’m not sure I want to get old. I have two and a half examples for you.
My mother died in 2007. She had had a crap life all in all. From about the age of 35 she began to develop arthritis. Throughout her life she gradually got worse, but never actually yielded to it. Worked until retirement and never gave in to things like stair lifts and wheelchairs even though the stairs were a 10 minute challenge. Never wanted a bungalow, etc etc. Then the drugs she had been taking for years for arthritis exhibited their side effect and caused a heart/lung infection that eventually debilitated her until even she had to admit that she must go to hospital.
She beat the infection, but not the clostridium difficile they gave her while she was in there and after two whole months in the hospital, she just died. I thought long and hard about what I had seen, the cleaning practices, the way that the nurses and other staff were not following the hygiene regimen they were supposed to. I forced an investigation, which found that I had seen non of the things that I had seen, because they said so and I had no proof. So, what do you do? For a while I freely confess various nuclear options crossed my mind. But what good would it do? So I gave it to the BBC. I think it did eventually contribute to their motivation to investigate a hospital, but not that one. But what the hell. She died a shitty way and I can’t undo that.
Then there’s my wife’s mother. We roll up on a Sunday morning to take her out to lunch. We found her on the floor in her bedroom and three days later she dies. Heart attack. At the time she was being pursued by a debt collection company chasing debts incurred by a young woman of about 25 years, living some 40 miles away with a similar name. This scum were acting on behalf of a national energy company, who I will not name in deference to the site. The practice is called factoring.
As we went through her papers, alerted to this by a neighbour, the afternoon after we found her there was a whole series of correspondence leading up to a notice of bailiffs to seize goods to the value of some time in the coming week. It took me two days to get these low life bastards to back off and I know some heavy lawyers. What chance does a frail old lady in her eighties have? As to why she didn’t ask for my help before. Parents don’t think their children, even “married to their daughter” children can do anything they can’t, it seems.
In the end they never did admit any fault although I forced them into a written apology and a substantial contribution to charity. I also caused them to lose their contract with said national energy company, which gave me some satisfaction but probably just threw some uninvolved employees out of work. If you ever come across such a company hiding behind the Data Protection Act, then assume they are up to no good, attack with all your force immediately.
The half? My father had a minor sore on his ankle 3 months ago. Somehow, in the doctor’s surgery most likely, he seems to have acquired an MRSA infection and it's still active. Thus far he still has his foot. He’s in his eighties, too proud to let me help and what can I do anyway?
Overall, it seems life can be a bitch and then you die. Perhaps my father in law got it right. Worked flat out until retirement: Retired: 6 weeks later, he dropped down, dead as a hammer.
I’m not sure I want to get old. I have two and a half examples for you.
My mother died in 2007. She had had a crap life all in all. From about the age of 35 she began to develop arthritis. Throughout her life she gradually got worse, but never actually yielded to it. Worked until retirement and never gave in to things like stair lifts and wheelchairs even though the stairs were a 10 minute challenge. Never wanted a bungalow, etc etc. Then the drugs she had been taking for years for arthritis exhibited their side effect and caused a heart/lung infection that eventually debilitated her until even she had to admit that she must go to hospital.
She beat the infection, but not the clostridium difficile they gave her while she was in there and after two whole months in the hospital, she just died. I thought long and hard about what I had seen, the cleaning practices, the way that the nurses and other staff were not following the hygiene regimen they were supposed to. I forced an investigation, which found that I had seen non of the things that I had seen, because they said so and I had no proof. So, what do you do? For a while I freely confess various nuclear options crossed my mind. But what good would it do? So I gave it to the BBC. I think it did eventually contribute to their motivation to investigate a hospital, but not that one. But what the hell. She died a shitty way and I can’t undo that.
Then there’s my wife’s mother. We roll up on a Sunday morning to take her out to lunch. We found her on the floor in her bedroom and three days later she dies. Heart attack. At the time she was being pursued by a debt collection company chasing debts incurred by a young woman of about 25 years, living some 40 miles away with a similar name. This scum were acting on behalf of a national energy company, who I will not name in deference to the site. The practice is called factoring.
As we went through her papers, alerted to this by a neighbour, the afternoon after we found her there was a whole series of correspondence leading up to a notice of bailiffs to seize goods to the value of some time in the coming week. It took me two days to get these low life bastards to back off and I know some heavy lawyers. What chance does a frail old lady in her eighties have? As to why she didn’t ask for my help before. Parents don’t think their children, even “married to their daughter” children can do anything they can’t, it seems.
In the end they never did admit any fault although I forced them into a written apology and a substantial contribution to charity. I also caused them to lose their contract with said national energy company, which gave me some satisfaction but probably just threw some uninvolved employees out of work. If you ever come across such a company hiding behind the Data Protection Act, then assume they are up to no good, attack with all your force immediately.
The half? My father had a minor sore on his ankle 3 months ago. Somehow, in the doctor’s surgery most likely, he seems to have acquired an MRSA infection and it's still active. Thus far he still has his foot. He’s in his eighties, too proud to let me help and what can I do anyway?
Overall, it seems life can be a bitch and then you die. Perhaps my father in law got it right. Worked flat out until retirement: Retired: 6 weeks later, he dropped down, dead as a hammer.
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