Time: Years have past and I'm becoming more and more aware,inabilities and adaptation prior and now new skills,brought on by my history of jimmy-rigging tools and whatnot.Alone in a house with all the things I wanted,worked for,now just things valued or not to family or strangers. Behind me now the #life I built in a society of have and have-not,placed in a nursing home.Here the rat race continues,the battle of goals to be achieved in a 8hr shift.Do thay realise how it feels like to sit in a wheelchair,too dam weak to do,and if you fall,the staff upset over there "Paper work"needing to be done.Incident thay call it,call Doctor,call Daughter,then the craziest dam thing."The alarm"you now sit on that rings if you stand,thay have them for beds too. Sleeping at night when you soon realise people moving around,patients who have mental problems.Noise all night long,phones ringing,call bells going off and you here social worker and staff say "Dignity"is persuade. Workers are nice and food is OK,not home cooking,it's all gone,peace and quiet forever,better for it to have happened to me and not the wife.