NO PLACE FOR ME ?HEART-PATIENT? TO GET A BREATHER, NO PLACE TO PEE, EITHER!!!

 Loitering, indecent exposure=> these are charges a cop knows and on which makes arrests; those who have no-place as I am will if cardiac-cases will OR if normal find themselves loiter-able indecent-exposure-able on the streets of Louisville=> this means time like in "The Hall of Justice" (with some irony I think, what-our-main-jail is dubbed laugh). It is almost categorical that the workaday cop will treat this sort of trespass as good for jailing the perp, which means, of course, that for in usual cases exceedingly small charges, the homeless person can cycle into jail, and with some also-usual amount of time awaiting arraignment, and likely plea of yes-I-did-it, will have the criminal sanction imposed on her/him (yes there are women out there peeing and loitering just as I, imperfectly-but-passably-and-aspirational-ly 'womanizing' no laugh, poker face for this comment!) So this entry is about the potential human needs of this excremental and aerobic sort that can net loss-of-freedom (arrest, the cop or security-guard's form of kidnapping-legally with potential-gun-point-emphasis not too funny laugh or not).

PEEING for me requires some tactics or say strategics=> almost all restaurants which formerly let just anyone relieve themselves in their 'necessary rooms' now have a stipulation that ON MUST BE A CUSTOMER 'to go' there; the City/County has also gotten pretty restrictive about letting folks in for 'relief'-- I can attest that as the turnkeys in the Hall of Justice screening area know me to be transitioning, as the saying goes, I note reticence to allow me into the Hall in order to use the restrooms, and the County Courthouse across from the Hall of Justice often will-- perhaps as a matter of looks-homeless-- refuse entry to the OK clean but in this 'selectively-usable' facilities. I am here 'reading between the lines' re policies that are not vocalized for the most part, but are often too dependent on the 'policy' this-particular-employee of the .gov invokes, rather in a way suggesting 'I just want to give you a hard time. POOPING is a huger problem, one has a substantially-higher risk of being seen if one so excretes in this Metro, jail for-sure resulting and too arrest likeliest hereunto. NO TOILET PAPER of course is ruinous-the-more, and IF one would like to get on TARC/bus/mass-transit then-all-fecal-smelling the driver will certainly not allow entry.

I hang around downtown, as I am just a little south of that nexus as I stay in the St. Vince de Paul place about a mile from the city-center; the hospital-area unless one is blatantly or semi-obvious as 'loiter-able' let the sap like me excrete without comment. Oddly, and specifically for Roman Catholic churches downtown, there can be the occasional 'potty' for use, a greatly appreciated condition which as with lots of other considerations endears me, without conversion from my Anglican-hermit-avowal status, to Catholics as in this way more-Christian than just all Protestant worship-venues, whose latter case will almost categorically lock out, and go 911-crazy for an interloper who just needs to find a place to eliminate wastes biological, as all animals must do from time to time.

Excretion, then, is biological ultimately; now I can limn other kinds of biology that are equally closed-off for the wandering homeless person. . . I can wax 'personal' because I have such bio-issues about which I can discuss as limiting or even preventing natural use.

So now, I think the direct result of the problems I have with a calcified aorta and diminished bloodflow in 'my ticker;' last year a triad of cardiologists told me that this shortness-of-breath would occur, and that this very 2021 AD/CE I would need heart surgery, replacing my aorta with a pig valve which would make things better=> of course that betterment would require down-time in a medical re-hab, and say I had that surgery in or around May (the 12th being eviction day) I would not have been able to walk the distance-- like some ten miles for the first jag to  Center for Women and Families, secondly to the Healing Place for Women-- a close approximation to 7-10 miles more, and a long May 12 that was by several physically-demanding standards.

NOW I walk. . . I do not do a 10-mile trek these days, but maybe 6 miles per day considering round trips, and no bus-fare mostly. IT IS CREEPING UP ON ME that I get winded, short-of-breath, huff/puff, and I have discovered that while this creeping cardiology-impact is getting worse, I can 'nurse' my stride with standing rests, as well as taking seat when impacted and there is available seating to use the numerous stair-steps about downtown in residential loci. 

MORE TO THE POINT OF BIO-MATTERS FOR ME=> my knees below the knee-cap are calcified, as well: taking stairsteps as much as I must do to get out for the day (required from 6a to late afternoon at SVP and most other missions) is a PAIN and I think I have come close to making myself lame or near-lame from all the up/down pound/pound on my knees, now mandatory at the mission with no remission.

YOU CAN'T SIT HERE! GET OUT! CALL SECURITY! THIS IS NOT A PUBLIC RESTROOM. THIS IS NOT A PLACE UNLESS YOU FALL DOWN JERKING TO GET A 911 MEDICAL CALL THIS IS NOT A PLACE TO FIND REST SWEET REST DO GET OUT DO GET OUT THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR

YOU. . .

YOU-LESS-HUMAN AN EYESORE FOR ME THIS PLACE THIS SO-CALLED COMMUNITY!!!!

. . . and so it is that I must be sly in itineracy and peeing and resting to prevent cardio-vascularity orp impossible-to-get wheelchair/scooter/prosthetic-mobility. . . I must be sly I must be opportune in finding obscurities that will let me repose and do excretion.