Everything around here shuts down at 4 on Friday.  The main crew leaves for the week, and subs are put in place that are new, seldom the same every weekend, and run late for meds and everything else.  I guess that’s the way the world runs.  It’s frustrating.  I like my meds with food at dinner.  I’m lucky to get them before I go to bed.  It is wonderful at 6 AM on Monday when the professionals come back.

It’s kinda like the military health system.  We used to joke that you better not get sick after it got dark.  When really it wasn’t that bad.

I went to the doctor today.  Hadn’t been in four  or five months.  She declared me good to go.  I am better.  I’m stronger, I’ve gained 15 pounds which I sorely needed--you could see my bones through my skin--after my bout with C-dif.   I’m still 15 pounds underweight, but with the food they feed us here it won’t take long.  I’ve even been eating ice cream and I’ve never liked ice cream.  The food is not bad.  Sometimes it is really good.  The best part is that I don’t have to cook it.  Or do the dishes.