Life routines.

     So the routine was set up once again.  She was doing very well in the beginning.  Staying positive.

     In the last post I touched on the 3 weeks she was home. I checked, so unlike me.  It was in the 12-3 post.  What I was going for was a no regrets thing.  And I know the B.I.L regrets not spending more time with her during those 3 weeks.

     Had my first visit with the knee Dr.  Took xrays and such.  Was an easy and fun ride.  Of course smoking my cigar all the way home.  In fact as I recall I saw a Nathans.  I made a note to check it out next time.

     There was no damage.  But apparently some cellulitis on the leg itself.  Easily taken care of by a Penniclian derivative.

     And that really was it.  Other than trying to desperatley get her to fill out paperwork for her disability, for her social security.  I mean I had even met with a lawyer.  Every day she promised she'd have the paperwork done the next day.

     As I mentioned about institutionalization, you fall into ruts and routines which break up, not make up, your day.

     Breakfast, gym, smoke, lunch, gym, smoke, dinner, visit, smoke.  Occasionally after the last there might be some sort of activity.

     I sat through a couple of karoke sessions just to make her happy to have someone with her there.  B.I.L. never really did.  And I shouldn't say out of malevolence because it wasn't.  Just wasn't his thing.

     Visit, run home, eat, drink, bed.  That was his thing.  And unfortunately some fighting.  I had to hear about that often.  never said a word and such. 

     Maybe it was late July early August, she got sick.  These places breed these illness type things like rabbits.  I still think it was related to food poisoning.  But it was over after a week.