There is this man. He is obsessed with washing his hands. It appears that he also loves chocolate cake.
Each evening, we here at the RCF get a snack. It’s usually something sweet that makes me worry about my weight but also prevents me from craving sugar late into the night.
A fellow named Eli has a birthday today, so we were treated to chocolate cake. Everyone was supposed to get one slice of cake, but James threw a big temper tantrum about the rule, though he’d already had two pieces of cake.
The CNA/CMA tried to get the crazy guy back to his room, but he still ran around acting like an ass clown. I yelled at his crazy self, hollering for him to shut up and stop behaving in such a way. The crazy man must be in his 50s or older; he looked like one of those guys who’s led a hard life and has aged prematurely.
Meanwhile, another resident, who is very skittish, grabbed the back of my shirt and said, “He won’t hit her [the CMA], will he?!” I told her no.
After that, I got my glass of milk and a slice of cake, and the crazy man made himself at least a little more scarce.