The nicest, wierdest dreams entertained me for thirteen hours last night.
I'm supposed to meet the nurse/physical therapist assigned to visit me at home. I told the agent that whoever is assigned to have them call me prior to arrival so I can lock Mr. Mistoffelees in the bedroom. I really should have told the shift nurses in the hospital that , while I had no pain when asked during rounds, they should wait until I've sttemptrd to sit or stand for five to ten minutes. Lying flat on my back relieves the pain so, well, understood. I'm probably going to miss church again this Sunday.
This is what Mr. Mistofellees does when he wants me to join him in the living room.
Bedtime and temperature.
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