I have no place of my own.

Wearied by the vagaries of a hard ,

and cruel life on the street.

Sick and admitted into the hospital.

Moved in like I just rented a room in the hospital.

Do not call me homeless ,I know.

Moved in with all my belongings into the hospital.

A few ragged belongings in plastic bags.

Do not call me homeless,I know.

Two Nursing assistants brought my hospital supplies

toothpaste,toothbrush,lotion and gown.

One of the nursing assistants held her nose.

Ignored her, I know why.

I stink like a rotten egg.

Do not call me homeless,I know.

The Charge nurse walked in,

and pinched her nose.

Have not showered in weeks.

Do not call me homeless,is not my name.

My primary nurse walked in ,introduced herself.

And started data collection immediately

Went well until she asked for my address.

No address to give.

Are you homeless she asked?.

Do not call me homeless,it is not my name.

I cannot recall my address I replied.

Gave ex-wife phone number and address.

Nurse made a phone call,no reply.

Are you homeless she asked again?.

“NO”,I am not homeless I replied.

Nurse called the Social Worker.

Social worker made a few search .

She came back and pronounced me homeless.

Do not call me homeless,I know.

Social worker gave a list of homeless shelters.

Do not call me homeless,is not my name.

I do not like Shelters..

My name is Mr. Hopeful.

Published by edochie99

A Registered Nurse with over twenty years of hospital experience, an author with Masters Degree in Nursing,also Bachelor Degree in Nursing,graduated in 1996 from USC,University of Southern California.MSN in 2009 University of Phoenix.

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