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Thursday, August 26th, 2021 08:22 pmRead through the manual the hospital gave me. Shall have a fun time explaining to them that their assumptions of How People Live don't apply to me. No, sorry, I don't have a 'coach' to chauffeur me hither, thither, and yon; to bring me clothes and food! from home if I need them; and to stay with me for a few days after I get back to do my cooking for me. Oh, and that 'see your doctor after two weeks to get your staples removed.' My doctor is a good half hour away by cab. You guys can take my staples out, dammit.
I may insist on rehab after all.
However, just when I'm feeling orphaned and unloved, I get a text from my southern neighbour asking would I like her to put my garbage bins out for me when she does hers? Why yes, yes I would, and thanks for always putting my bins back afterwards. 'Oh, that isn't me. Must be someone else.' But who? My northern next doors? But this week they're in New York- a friend came by to put their bins out last night- but their bins were back within an hour of pickup. Today it was my s-i-l who put mine back, but I shall keep a lookout next week to see what transpires.
I may insist on rehab after all.
However, just when I'm feeling orphaned and unloved, I get a text from my southern neighbour asking would I like her to put my garbage bins out for me when she does hers? Why yes, yes I would, and thanks for always putting my bins back afterwards. 'Oh, that isn't me. Must be someone else.' But who? My northern next doors? But this week they're in New York- a friend came by to put their bins out last night- but their bins were back within an hour of pickup. Today it was my s-i-l who put mine back, but I shall keep a lookout next week to see what transpires.
