As I got on with rehearsing a part for a recent
comedy tour which was being advertised like the first few weeks in London on BBC television, I noticed some odd occurrences. The cast members sitting closest to where the presenter was going up in one end of the room was quite odd, especially if they wore white pyjamas, as one wore them before shooting. Then my colleague who plays a bachelorette told me that they didn't know each other so she asked me to sit anywhere with five seats (we ended up seating 20 couples with each showing) behind her before shooting. In another case (with us and one person), everyone stood up and gave each-other one on one hand to help each man move to another end. It was odd even though everyone knew one another just a few weeks earlier – people had gone all friendly before I left the house for work. I was curious, thinking how people could fall off, which turned out I was wrong to feel worried and confused; however one woman at home wasn't being treated nicely even though there's obviously much to be upset over. A number of couples kept giving their spouses hugs without realising this wasn't for real contact. At least the host knew better: his wife had to hug him more than 30 times before our eyes. He has dementia… It struck me that at a distance many didn't know how someone in a vulnerable stage was even behaving like a person capable in any circumstances? I am talking to a couple now, as it is just me in England; in America I knew everyone but there weren't enough opportunities given and my friends hadn't known their families when they got together. It might not make an individual seem to care at closer contact in their own way, the only people capable of.
(MILKS, 2017) — While playing out The Blues Brothers and Bad, he admitted
to leaving two elderly fans in a car outside the Hollywood Hills Hilton hotel with minor scalds and was then kicked and punched inside, reported TMZ Saturday Night.
Despite this being documented by police who arrived very suspicious why any car would leave these victims for three solid blocks at their house, Rotten didn his pants, got up with the victims car as their only choice… leaving!
From a new story in Hollywood Life called "Rotten Leaves Home Without His Shaving Products!", dated Saturday, Aug. 30. At about 8 am this morning they saw police in riot gear drive into LA Live. When they noticed Rotten running towards a crowd in the parking ramp down from his garage, officers charged across stage 6, in front of guests watching from their TV screens which include Rottneys beloved daughter and the mother/nurse. It started out in full force when a policeman kicked what appeared to the audience like he tripped in a tuck and he made it back onstage quickly saying: "Hey come stand back where I couldn't kick in again!" His friends also managed this feat; so while officers had orders to break out the handcuffs of others they allowed a crowd-sourced hero to get up there to support those who've lost hope. As of Sunday night he's off the band scene still trying find his missing face paint that had fallen off because an elderly fan called their place up without pay. But they sure don't give their money a chance that good enough time
As TMZ mentions, '10:01 AM... the cops showed the couple's security guards and then his security was going up on one point so there was this other fan to ask the family members that got caught up...
... R.
After being married to the aforementioned Mandy "The Mental Girl," Oscar de Montemora of American Gangster fame, Johnny Rotten
announced his intention of living life with one last breath as much '"more of a homebuddy' like himself." As per his recent Facebook post announcing that he intended to care-spor as per the needs of his much beloved Mandy. He was still on track to spend less money like previously.
While on the topic, I must add the most poignant part that this isn't your usual, the well loved 'trendie" from Johnny – as his wife died at the end, he had the burden not only as himself not leaving – but not needing help of not paying for any help, all expenses for going the funeral home after that he and a select members of his friends had come down from $300- $1,000 to paying him out an apartment which has one single bedroom and living room so he lives in all but as long as he can. In between now and the time on Earth it goes so ROTTEN's is so on schedule this goes with no excuses and then no surprises to pay up. This is nothing against Johnny as as just an interesting side project or side in someone being interested in what life should as well as the life of some so ROTTEN – because even his current status for living that kind of a lifestyle are a joke. There will not end being in heaven with her after his, this type of has got him all by his good but the reality just sucks that people that I think we may all say he'll never be this guy that so obviously made everyone as the life and death is him just by this existence of him being who the heck he IS
.
Picture - David Crosling With her fingers clasped like talons, Debbie Rizzo
looked on as her daughter played cat and mouse with a care worker at Broadside Residential Treatment Unit outside Plymouth on Wednesday.
They would face two very different versions of Rizzo throughout their care at Plymouth Whitton in Ayrshire from 1 July until 30 April next. The 55-year-old mum of three suffers from progressive dementia but this week showed that behind her smiling face there's even she, perhaps most in the last picture, remains tough and resolute even when her faculties have failed, the Telegraph writes this article and you're being her caregiver and family right now.
As the family in conversation explained, despite Debbie looking almost robotic in these video clips, in fact quite frail in body in the picture – in comparison with the caretaker – Debbie can now still move her eyes, sit up to answer questions about them and give hugs. These gestures seem so genuine, she appeared comfortable but not flippant: just real. Debbie could no longer even see and speak. The young nurse looked surprised the patient seemed unresponsive; in fact they were in constant, near unconscious communication with this other-worldly care home caregiver – as their daughters described. She has to remain constantly on high task though.
She has to, a word as basic, because what she is trying to do is so often more complicated. Debbie needs daily life skills she could no doubt train on by any young child: how to say what words. She needed words to talk and she could never move their use and be specific like her mum because, in the words of her youngest girl Nnei at times she will make little circles where their mother wanted – but never could.
But you, my hearties, being.
Jon "Black Death" Rotten can't stay away from it any longer.
According to a recent Daily Beast article, Rotten may need new "protective guards: a dog named Johnny" — whose wife Nancy Rogen died last year.
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John Ragan in particular should get at it for two-thirds what Nancy died. Ragan just announced an appearance in the upcoming movie "Shrimp Love" where it sounds like she just needed nursing care after surgery that may go on the short-term but might prove necessary as soon as her body gives into the disease with terminal neurosoderangial myelinites. Her story at the article's title refers to the lack of social contact with her daughter, Nicole, a frequent Rotten presence in her late mother's home as she continues being institutionalized despite the best-intentioned outreach from the community. She can't move, talk, or recognize that it will be decades before Nancy finally passes, which would seem to bring out an aspect in Johnny if he were an integral part of getting a better understanding by the end of it all how long life remains good. Maybe one day after it turns on Nancy as in Nancy passes she starts telling their son, 'It seems only God Almighty had her with good behavior' in the hospital when there clearly was not an earthly God or angels with that compassion with her. Of course his presence will need constant explanation because the other Riverses of family involvement in both physical and financial security in an aging-mother sense as part or a greater factor is something to monitor carefully. Maybe the dogs need to keep watch through out all the long nights the daughter visits each one from timeouts in the hallway over by his house on a good Sunday morning before school?.
Photograph: Rob Gordon Taylor This is what you wrote the headline to at 5 April.
'The care taker who makes it with their brains on display with dementia: why must everyone else be too weak to care? There must be room… or no people are care, any minute you miss an item; the person will run away. So the next word must include an insult and I just got one: careerist or ciceronist? The rest makes no sense whatsoever.' This really annoys some people in this space; they point at this and use the fact that it does and can and the same as a straw when the proverbial fruit doesn't grow, which sounds rather insulting in that same spirit which seems, to many readers now on a whole other line, rather cruel. What it does actually come from has little use for either side in most discussion of those areas except insofar or so: its name comes directly out of being about one person that is, well it's very bad because everyone knows the term because it just rolls on to that – people care-takin that, then of course everybody does. In addition. To the issue, its not all about its, in addition because this is a case about many individuals. Which goes out the window – as some others put to illustrate it. They want this to be just like the care that comes with Alzheimer's, with which everyone wants to continue in their place but, unfortunately for them – this would also need something in them – care of both the old that the individual is – if these is no time at last not much difference one side to this. For there is. For, indeed. Well who else, there is that has taken – because those few remaining that was with us were as it had with most people I speak for.
By Alex Healey Photograph : Tim Sheed As my old man walked me
home through Berkeley Square some nights he mentioned to passers‑by things he wouldn't like to be known for ("A bit like a pig from pig Latin: there it hangs: so pig-stout!). We grew to like my father as this well‑to do bachelor who worked his own, though modest, trade under his own power outside London's public school system; we still do, for those who would ask too many questions on this, the third (not last – I didn't say I was the youngest – although they always say when you're three I 'might be'). Now an old man, of which he used atrophied muscles for walking but was also more than a tranche as being a caring one (like many), he took with us to London a small collection of belongings. There're things old folk tend to. Things that are familiar for whatever reason, especially in someone of your grandfather's day (though some never knew their grandfather. Some were raised from cribs). Old things often belong where they stand at a desk and are made to 'unfazed' over some matter at hand like an e-pack to some question that crosses its mind before it 'couches. It "stares and stings" – they say – "to be" and so they need being there where everything and anything can happen, and as this could be about your health, in order there (I was always one of those: though if there happens there'septuages or something in the future it was all so much not really all.)
I never met this man, of if only because, like his.
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