Saturday at the rehab

     Saturday arrived and there I was again.  I'd stopped counting cats.  My sisters mood was slightly improved.  I dropped off supplies and went to find the rehab center.

     The thing that really struck me about this place was how understaffed it was.  That and how people just literally wandered the halls.  Throughout my visits I'd see many of the same people wheeling themselves around doing laps.  Exercise at least.

     The gym there was open.  I waited a little for the people to be free.  There were 2 of them.  They were having someone walk for exercise.  Which was a good sign.  One person walking on the side and the other just behind with the wheel chair.

     After that was over I spoke to the woman there.  Sister was not on the schedule.  And I was informed that they were the weekend crew.  She gave me a number to call the person who was in charge during the week.  No rehab on Sundays.  

     I did call the individual and asked to be called back.  Still haven't heard anything.  

     I went back and reported to my sister.  My brother in law was there again.  We did a little room rearranging. And that was that.