Boneyard

    I had P.T. #6 today.  My ROM was 115 degrees.  The therapist told me Medicare is strict about requirements, and that if I miss a week, I can't add it on at the end.  I'll see Dr. C. on Wed., and he is to review the note the therapist faxed to him as to future sessions. Sandie thinks I should be fine. 
    When I got home, Dave was gone to his P.T. Ryan, the handyman, arrived to install a railing on the front step---for him, not me.  (I hate it even though I haven't seen it yet.)  He's been drilling for 2 solid hours now.  Dave just asked to borrow my reading glasses so he can adjust his hearing aid.  His glasses are out of adjustment, and he has "to bring them in."   Where I don't know since he bought them online.  He was unable to adjust his hearing aid, so he wants to make appointment "to bring them in."  That would be to the VA.  I think he bent the wire when he couldn't see. 
    So if we have 5 senses, it seems they're all impaired except for maybe the sense of taste.  But that bitter taste is growing every day.
  P.S.  1 may not like the idea of  the front railing, but it does look pretty good.  It looks like pressure-treated wood, probably could be painted.