We have Maria again as our nurse and she’s great
but a little hard to understand when speaks fast.
It’s the charge nurse today, Kathleen, I can’t
stand. She’s only here part time and I believe she’s semi-retired. She is a
total bitch and needs to go completely. When you hear the phrases “I liked it
better when...” and “The changed the format...” you know you don’t belong. I
wanted to tell that I was still pissed that Plymouths no longer have tail fins
either. Then she chastised two staff members for not staggering their breaks
and she had to do some work while they were gone. That would be her job to make
sure breaks are organized. Okay lady, you’re a lousy manager, a miserable
person so get the eff out! I will give her credit she is very good at the front
desk talking about her grandchildren.
My first physio session went great. Rather than
wheel me down; Amanda asked if I wanted to try walking down. (Via elevator of
course). We started off with a few warm up exercises on the stairs before
actually walking up and down the stairs using only one handrail which simulates
the condition at home. Then we moved across the hall to do more quad work on
the shuttle machine. And the best part of this is that my favourite ex-cellmate
and new found friend, Cheryl got to witness all this. Cheryl was there for her
outpatient therapy. Sorry, Cheryl I forgot to bring to bring
the...er...um...sparkling apple juice. But don’t worry there will be many other
chances.
I doubled down on great friends today. When I got
back to the room, my former classmate, Janice was waiting with a big bowl of
homemade soup. It was delicious and filling. The only bad thing about it, I
missed out on the tuna sandwich from my usual lunch. Damn, I may have to wait a
whole two or three days until they bring us another one. Janice also
volunteered to put her old lifeguard skills and help out with some water
therapy at one of the local pools.
Amanda put me through a good workout in my
afternoon first on the bike, then the shuttle and finally more stairs. For the
first time I was actually tired by the time I was back in the room. As a reward
for abusing me I shared with her my not-so-vast knowledge of Palm Springs
recommending at least one restaurant and a few other things. Like me, PS was
not on her radar until someone offered her husband use of their condo in La
Quinta next month.
Speaking of travel, I figured I’d ask my nurse,
Maria, about Columbia, because I was originally thinking about going to
Cartagena. Good thing I didn’t book early for once. She sang high praises about
the area. It has both the natural beauty of the Caribbean and a lot of history.
I did as her what part of the country and she said Calli and by coincidence the
care aide working today, Karen was from Medellin. I would likely leave both
those cities off my itinerary.
Hopefully, I will have enough time between being
reasonably fit enough to get around and having to return to work for a little
getaway to recharge the batteries. I immediately ruled San Francisco or Vegas
as destinations at this time because my knees would hate me if I sentenced them
to those hills in SF and I know I wouldn’t be able to relax enough in Las
Vegas. A week or two by the pool in Mexico or even Palm Springs may be in the
offing. We shall see.
The other day, Dale and I made a pact regarding
meals, if the dinner fairy appeared while one of us was out of the room we’d
order for each other. Simple rule: everything trumps the fish, order chicken
only when fish is the other option and jump all over the salmon whenever it’s
available.
Dr. McConkey finally resurfaced at dinner time and
I impressed him when I stood up in the dining room and stood and talked to him
without any support. It looks like he’s going to let the physios work me without
the braces and possibly lose the left brace altogether.
As per custom my night was capped with Rachel
Maddow, a orange and one of Pam’s delightful chocolate goodies and a dash of
Zopiclone.
To be continued...
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