Freedom is a fond thing. Of course mine now came with a price. My sister just minites down the road now, demanded my attention. Had to bring her lunch. I will say the nursing home where she was interred for her rehab was pretty awful.
If I recall rooms were painted a baby blue, which did not seem to ease one at all. The television, well at least she had one. And a room of her own, not that that mattered either. She was just outside the nurses station. A lot of people congregated there. Literally moaning and just being miserable. It was not pleasant. I tried to remind her it wasn't permanent.
Also that she was making progress, and was getting physical therapy and such. The food was awful, so I would bring her lunch and such. So for the most part, my days for the rest of summer would consist of going to the nursing home/rehab center around lunch time. I did the best I could.
There were also many phone calls of how miserable she was and wanted to come home and such. And my brother in law decided to start drinking 6-9 beers a night. Yeah, I was home.
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