Last Bits and Pieces From The Rehab From Hell

I think out of the 8 days I was there, there was one day that I really enjoyed.

They did have a full activities calendar, and one day I cleaned myself up after my physical therapy, and went to Arts & Crafts.

Marie, the activities director, said people were doing different things, and she thought I might like to make a journal. Boy, did she have me pegged.

She gave me a 3-ring binder and I got to look though magazines and cut out pictures and decorate it. I decided to make a binder for the recipes that I print out at home. I usually print them out, then put them into a sheet protector, but I had nothing to put the sheets in. It's really cute, with a lot of foodie words and pictures glued on.

I sat across from a really nice lady who had severe Cerebral Palsy. She couldn't talk, but she responded to things that were said to her. It was a pleasure to meet her.

I wasn't going to tell this part, but since I'm being honest here, I will. This place sent me home with a nice little parting gift.....scabies.

After two rounds of treatment with an insecticide cream...yes I said insecticide...and stripping and washing everything I've slept on or in or wrapped up in or worn, I think maybe we've killed the little boogers. It wasn't my fault, and it's like head lice in a schoolchild....everyone can get it. It's been miserable though, being contagious and all. I just hope Dave and the cats don't get it.

I sure was glad to get out of that place, even though I had to have an IV antibiotic daily for another week. There was nothing like having MY SleepNumber, MY Laz-E-Boy, MY big TV, MY computer, MY MAN, and MY cats.