Discouragement.....

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I followed up on my notification to the authorities, both Adult Protective Services and the Sheriff, about the situation regarding Mr. Kessel.....

And I found out that.....

Nothing was done.

And I'm pissed off and disappointed.

I found out that Adult Protective Services went out to see Mr. Kessel and declared: "There's no law against a person sitting in their own poop."

And then I found out that the Sheriff's Deputy who went to interview Mr. Kessel had said: "Hey, this is Texas. It's a citizen's legal right to keep guns and ammunition in their home. And about that so-called 'pistol threat'----it was a 'third-party threat', which is hard to prove in court. He told me that he never made such a threat, and so there's nothing we can do about it--- because it's his word against the girl's word who reported that she'd supposedly heard him make the threat. And his dog seems well-fed and happy."

Oh LORD, give me patience.....

Because.... I'm going to admit here that I was not surprised at all that Adult Protective Services didn't do a dadgum thing. I've worked in Austin, Dallas, and here in Podunk---and out of all the myriad of cases that I have reported to them, they have NEVER ONCE gotten anything accomplished. In fact, my past experiences with them have always proved so futile that I knew when I called them that they'd probably end up doing nothing----and sure enough....

But I AM surprised at the Sheriff's office. I mean, that Deputy HAD to have noticed the guy's living circumstances. He would have HAD to have noticed that Mr. Kessel was sitting in poop and pee, surround by equally disgusting squalid and filthy circumstances. Thus, that Deputy would have HAD to have figured out that NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would live that way.

I'm wondering if the dang Deputy was in HIS right mind, you know what I mean?

Yet nobody did anything.

I guess the authorities won't take notice until the guy either hurts himself or hurts somebody else. Anyway, we had to discharge the patient from our services, of course. And so I don't know what is going to happen to Mr. Kessel in the future. I really hope and pray that he gets the help he needs. It must be a miserable existence---and I know in my heart that he IS miserable, lonely and depressed---if not psychotic to boot.

This is the type of situation that causes road nurses to become greatly frustrated.

(Oh yes, and flash floods, too....)

The only good thing that came out of this situation is that the owners of the company stated that, from now on, they will listen to me if I tell them that a situation needs to be reported.

P.S: And to everybody who totally got on my case for getting into that flood water--Ouch!!!

I feel like I just got a whuppin' !!!!!!

Therefore, I solemnly swear that I will NEVER EVER drive into a dang flash flood again!

(And after the fright of the flash flood episode was over....I....er...um... do admit that I felt like a Pure-D dang fool. So I promise, from now on, that I will do as the National Weather Service says and "Turn Around--Don't Drown" .)

(Cause I definitely don't want no more whuppin's......)