The case was simple really. A patient inmate is to be moved out of the middle space in a room with three. Nancy is expected to need a place to be while her floor is cleaned and waxed. Someone carries items from Nancy’s bedside table to the new and temporary location thinking she might want them there. That was nice of someone. Only that came before they actually moved the lady out. When they got around to doing that they packed up Nancy’s stuff and carried it to that lady’s new space. When Nancy was returned to her room late in the afternoon no one was around that was involved in all the moving. This morning with a bit of discussion among the workers Nancy’s stuff was tracked down and returned. No harm, no foul, as some say.
For Nancy today was routine. Several types of therapy. Continued incremental progress. They are going to send her over to the hospital (about 5 blocks) and have her inspected by a gastroenterologist. That’s someone who studies your gastro, I guess. On Wikipedia it claims such a person – a highly trained specialist – studies the digestive system and its disorders. That sounds better than having someone poking around your gastro.
The major news of the day is a new roommate. The facts. Small town 20 miles from EBRG. Well built, old homes on large lots. Elderly lady. Husband deceased. No family for hundreds of miles. She falls in the kitchen, smacks the back of her head and breaks a wrist. She can’t get up or out and can’t reach the phone that rings periodically. On the third day, the caller, calls others in the town and they go and find her. The main problem is dehydration and a lot of bruising and the previously mentioned injury. A bad deal that could have gotten worse quickly. Did I mention it was her right wrist? And, yes, she is right handed. Bummer.
I have to go and pick up a certificate of appreciation from the Kittitas County Conservation District tonight. I don’t need the sheet of paper but the food is good, they serve me for free, and they are nice folks. I help unbox, sort, re-package, and sell native trees and shrubs each spring. So, I won’t write again until Friday evening.