moving along and setting mood.

     Start with entries posted on 12-3 and 12-4 and the thread gets coherent.

     Her room looked out onto the main entrance.  Where the ambulances come to pick up and discharge; where food delivery came and went; and people smoked.

     She seemed to be doing well.  Of course she made more friends.  Which in the long run was good.  These of course were also people that she smoked with.  Oh wait til we get there.

     Most of the rooms where she was were private.  She was lucky enough to have a bathroom and a shower.  I'm told the public showers were quite nasty.

     The food had changed. It had gotten worse.  We supplied snacks and shit.  She went to the gym twice a day during the week.  I mean things looked good.  She sounded good.  I told her about doing a test run to go see the knee Dr.  She didn't know why I waited so long.

     Now when we first had the option of putting her into this place it was a little better.  I of course did a rating check.

     The ratings system was out of 5 stars.  Unfortunately there are only 2 that serve bariatric patients and have a gym.  They both at the time rated 2 out of 5 stars.

     When she went back.  It was 1.5 out of 5.  I just checked as I'm writing it is now 1 out of 5.

sorry on the clock.