THE THINGS YOU SEE AND SMELL IN GRAND COUNTY,COLORADO…the smell of a piss and shit stained loveseat, the smell of the sulpher wafting on the breeze at night, the brother of this guy sitting in a lawnchair, drinking beer and glaring over at the trailer they have left bob to drink himself to death in, the section eight worker that is stupid enough to come visit bob when she is drunk and snitch her own self off about hidden trust funds and intentional neglect…the things i hear from these drunks has me amazed and i listen to the recordings a lot, just cause i still don’t beleive what i heard these people say in regards to bob’s welfare…can you imagine my section eight worker threatening to cut off my section eight for reporting this neglect/self neglect of an “AT RISK” adult after the hospital ordered me to? can you imagine me inquiring why the E.M.S. did not file a manditory report when they returned bob to his piss and shit soaked seat in a trailer so vile you get a gag reflex when you go in it…can you imagine what the section eight worker said when i asked if they expected me to live right next door to the worst case of neglect you have ever seen and NOT say anything? i read the statues and if i DO NOT report the neglect- i am subject to a $300.00 fine and the police and E.M.S. and police are REQUIRED BY LAW to report extreme cases of neglect or self neglect. i have some serious blood diseases that have left me with NO immune system-a fucking cut could be the cause of an infection that kills me-and i am expected to live next door to a bunch of standing human waste and a guy who was at the point of getting the lower part of his legs amputated? why the section eight worker would approve this place for a human being is beyond me and i am damn near at the point of calling the owner of the trailer and the building code folks and make them very aware of the state of the trailer next door. i at least have to call the city and make them aware of the bio-hazard of a sofa in the lot next to mine and make sure they know there are kids in the area… bob went to the hospital and the doctor there had seen bob before and was surprized to even see the guy alive as he was basically in the last stages of liver failure when he last saw the guy, bob was asking for help with the detox but all the doctor would do was give him antibiotics to try and help the cellulitis in both the guys legs. he kept asking how long i had known him,for some reason,and put a mark on the calf of bob’s leg where the redness and heat stopped on the bad leg just below the knee. in the days that followed, we helped the guy detox as slowly as necessary to avoid his heart stopping and cleaned the filth he had been living in to an eye watering level,literally cleaning carpets and replacing piss soaked furnature and washing the nasty clothes and blankets etc…the first thing i did was open the windows as i was almost gagging most of the time whether anyone noticed or not, going home with the smell of urine in my hair and the taste in my mouth, like that wet bum smell in your car long after the local drunk you gave a ride to got out of your car… all this because no one else was willing to help this guy or even give a damn about him having scabs all over his scalp and diaper rash so bad from soaking in his own urine for god knows how long,that there were open sores in his crotch and on his ass. all that is pretty bad in and of itself-but when the guy’s brother came over drunk saying he was going to go get hard liquor and take bob for a midnight ride the night before his doctor appointment-i chase the guy off and he comes back after i went to bed and gets bob so fucking drunk that the next day he went into liver failure and seizures and lay in the emergency room seizing while i watched the heartbeat on the monitor watch as the heart stopped and tapped his chest and rubbed his feet til the seizures stopped and the heartrate was somewhat regular,til damn near 6:30pm massage the feet and soak them to get the water in his feet to move up the leg…i was there as they checked those legs for bloodclots with a sonigram to see if there were any blockages i might free up with the footrubs-they released this guy into my care and pretty much ordered me to file a police report,and when we finally got bob home we find his brother has locked him out of his trailer… wellme and my friend jacks were trying our best to keep the drunks away,but evwntually we were both dead tired, then we ran out of the odoul’s we were thinning down bob’s beer with and that section eight lady refused to go get more to keep bob from drinking straight 5.9 beer while detoxing and hallucinating-then after he gets to the late afternoon nap time, she comes in and removes him from the only people in all of grand county,colorado willing to help with this guys’ care and feed him and clean e place up–all of a sudden she cares about bob??? what she cared about is that the guy was sobering up and her crimes of hiding this guy’s trust fund fom section eight was fixing to be exposed and the neglect, self neglect and enabling of an “at risk” adult to drink himself to death and approving of housing so filthy that when jacks went to clean the bathroom, she had to bring several putty knives to scrape the half inch or so of shit off the toilet and floor around it–just how does a section eight housing worker justify approving this trailer for a human being to live in? if cats or dogs had been found in this place, you can bet there would be a pretty big stink over a pretty bad smell emanating from the door where little critters were… you should hear the way that lady was trying to get me to shut up about the neglect…telling ME–karin wrape-to shut the fuck up and that i was giving her a headache…i give EVERYONE headaches, i scare cops, animals and crazy people…you really think i shut the fuck up cause some drunk bitch does not like hearing the word”neglect”??? she really needs to be piss tested as she was smoking bob’s pot the other day…and admitting that she is hiding a section eight client’s actual resources- well, that is what drunks do…i have spoken with county commisioners and others and i have told them about this housing employee threatening to cut off my section eight for being woman enough to report what every one in grand county is tring to ignore…that really makes me wonder what the FUCK is wrong with you people. all i gotta say is if you even think i could sit n listen to a neglected dude tell me he has nothing to live for and then shows me a rusty straight razor he plans to commit suicide with (tetanus) if you put me right next to that and think i won’t do everything in my power to expose this,you are a fucking moron. after the building department scandal, do you really think there are not other departments in that courthouse with some very nasty secrets they do not want exposed? one thing about me people best be aware of is i am already pretty pissed of at grand county and if i were anyone out there, i would avoid bringing your crimes to my attention right now like i would avoid the plague,as i can fuck several groups of people off at the same time without actually beating the fuck out of one of you, i have the patience of a saint, you should know- i have not even taggaed one of you with my tazer yet…not a single one of you, and for that, all should be amazed as my last year or so has been one long ass fucking nightmare that i could have never imagined my self going through -ever.
cannot believe they took him from us because we were HEALING HIM…

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