Fast On The Phone
I can only hope this looks okay when I post it, as this is quickly being dashed off on my phone. As mentioned before, I've made it to Duckford.
Quite honestly, this place looks a bit shabby when compared to its sister in Elgin... the remodel is pending.
The physical rehab room is frankly small. You could fit two or three in Elgin's place and they'd still rattle around. But it's got the equipment I need, the therapists who seem to want to help, and a nice view of Mulford to remind me that I'm finally back in the right city.
On the negative side the portions during meals are smaller here. This may be a blessing as the kitchen staff seems to be populated by high school lunch ladies.
My roommate is the worst I've had since the 2nd one. He has breathing g problems and "shooting pain in (his) legs. His breathing sounds like he's growling. The worst are his explosive yells two or three times a night. Just out of nowhere, suddenly I've got frigging Beetlejuice yelling at the top of his lungs. GREAT way to be woken up, lemme tell ya.
On the other hand, I've managed to stand up. Need assistance, and I was leaning hard on the parallel bars, but I was vertical again. A few times, actually. And we may be able to do away with the embarrassing Hoyer lifts into and out of the wheelchair, thanks to a sit-to-stand machine. It ain't easy, but I can do it.
So there's that, which is good. I promise pt5 of the story is coming soon.