Well, I'm home and it feels good. I paid my roommate Charlie this months rent and he started bitching at me. Probably because he's been living here without me in the picture, and now suddenly I am.
That's alright, I understand, and I told him to stop bitching at me and we ended up having a good talk. I think things are ok. I made it clear to him that I will carry my own weight around here, even if it is way heavier than I'm used to. He agreed to lighten up. We're good.
My new chair arrived today and it wasn't the skinny one I expected. But it was covered by insurance and I need it, so I'll deal. I took off the foot rests and it gets me around ok. I wish it fit inside the bathroom door but oh well.
I texted Amanda and asked her to come down here and move in with me. She politely declined and I expected no different answer. But I had to ask.
I've got a home care nurse coming tomorrow. Good. I pushed my doctor appointment from tomorrow to Thursday. It's down the road about a mile or so, and both Shelby and roommate Charlie have said to me sternly, "You better not ride your scooter to that appointment"!
Pillars gave me my meds in a big bag, and they should last me for a while. They also gave me the prescriptions.
Fortunately, one of the medications is for depression. I’m taking tonight’s prescribed doses now.
I’m really glad to be here. Goodnight.
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