I want to say it was my first day, possibly the second. I met with what I think is called Patient relations. Patricia was the woman's name. Very nice woman. She was in charge of making sure that when I as discharged to set up visiting nurses and see how I was generally doing in the hospital. She gave me a list, checked on my insurance and circled the 1 place that would most likely accept me. The bad thing. After today she was going on vacation, forget where, I seem to think Hawaii, but I always think that. Maybe the optimist in me wants the best for everyone.
A blond woman, wore glasses, skinny, very nice came in. She was with patient rehab. This would be our only meeting as it turned out. She told me of exercises, gave me advice. I told her my concern about lack of upper body strength and inability to get myself out of bed. She did mention that she would tell me how and I should get the measurement of how high my bed at home was so we could practice at the hospital. Promises, promises. Told her I was walking and she said that was good.
On my cell phone was a call from my cousin from Florida. Long story short wanted to know how I was and such. Had come up to New York on a working trip. We should keep in touch, left me her cell phone number. Unfortunately on my phone it doesn't keep old messages more than 7 days. Oh sure it does now, but not then.
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