Updating, her feet are decidedly healing, tho there is a long way to go. She is having physical and occupational therapy every weekday just steps from her room, and the dietary staff more often than not actually gets her meal order correct.
There are still headaches, such as that the other tenant in the room is hard-of-hearing and has to crank up the telly to the point where nobody can hear themselves think, and that reeeeally trivial facts from her past, such as how her mother instilled in her the good idea of putting cornstarch in a baby-powder tin, occasionally pop into her head. The cornstarch issue is unimplementable in a modern context, as baby-powder containers are no longer metal nor have screw-off tops anymore, and damned if she's going to use something that would usually hold, say, grated cheese. "But what about YOU, Bob?" asks... somebody. Well, there's two lounges either end of the wing, both with flat-screen TVs (as mentioned earlier, we share a cabler), the bigger one with two PCs (Dell Optimuses with Pentium 8s, ah believe), the smaller one with soda and snack machines. As the Statlers sang, don't tell me I've nothing to do... -- BOB -- TV or Not TV .... The Smartest (TV) People! You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "TV or Not TV" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/tvornottv?hl=en
