Jazmee27 
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A physical therapist was at Grandma's earlier, spending a few hours evaluating what she could do. Tomorrow, an occupational therapist is coming, and Friday it's the physical therapist again.
Grandma doesn't have a co-pay or anything, so there's no charge to her. The woman who was there today said she doesn't think Grandma needs much in the way of physical therapy, "it's more occupational."
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Reply #1741. Jul 25 12, 2:13 PM
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| veronikkamarrz
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That sounds good. Hope all goes well!
Reply #1742. Jul 25 12, 7:54 PM
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Jazmee27
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Forgot to mention yesterday that I got a call from a wrong number. The woman appologized, and said the number she was trying to reach was a digit diffrent from mine.
I was very understanding, but told her she shouldn't have hung up. Since the call was on my cell phone, I was able to call her back. I explained that the ring startled me, and I'd been about to pick up when she hung up. That made me wonder if something was wrong, so that's why I hit redial.
Thanks, VM.
Grandma called. She's waiting to hearfrom the Occupational Therapist.
The Physical Therapist rang her this morning by accident. She was trying to call Grandma's doctor about a pill she thinks Grandma's supposed to be taking"I don't remember anything about that, but your mom says Dr. Biggis saidI should be taking it, too."
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Reply #1743. Jul 26 12, 11:14 AM
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| lesley153
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If someone realises they've misdialled and hangs up immediately, that's OK. It's when they wait till you've answered, that it's incredibly rude to hang up. It doesn't require much extra effort to say sorry, wrong number.
Reply #1744. Jul 26 12, 5:13 PM
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Jazmee27
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I’ve had a few of those. Most annoying are the ones that don’t even acknowledge you’re there, but you can tell they didn’t hang up yet.
The reason it irritated me was I was a second away from answering, and due to recent events, I thought something had happened to Grandma. (Also, one of my friends has hung up before without letting it go to voice mail or waiting for me to answer because she didn’t want to bother me. Hello? By allowing the phone toring, you bothered me!)
Part of the problem (a large part) stems from the fact that I can’t see the number flashing on the caller ID. If I still had talking caller ID, it wouldn’t matter as I’d have recognized it as a wrong number. (Poor woman sounded scared out of eher wits. I was calm and understanding; I know some people who, if you hang up on their caller ID, call you back and give you hell.)
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Reply #1745. Jul 26 12, 9:06 PM
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Jazmee27
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Mom wanted to see me tonight, as she hasn’t been over since last week before her trip. We set a tentative plan for her to come over tonight, but:
- She had to go in to the office
Making it more unpleasant for her, she got to go in during a storm! (Speaking of which, additional storms are forecast for tonight.)
It was in the upper nineties today; tomorrow, it’s *only (ha!) going into the lower nineties (I’m in a weird mood, can you tell?)
I told Mom we’ll either see each other tomorrow night or, better yet, on the weekend (she won’t have to rush off, then)
A large part of my “weird mood” has to do with the sensor I’m frequently talking about (tonight I went around thinking, “this is the calm before the storm.” And it’s as if I’ve known for days it was building, which has happened in the past when we have severe thunderstorms or hurricanes. It’s as if I’m sensitive to atmospheric changes or something—this is complicated by the fact that, sometimes, I also seem to pick up on tension in the air, like maybe friction among family members).
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Reply #1746. Jul 26 12, 9:14 PM
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Jazmee27
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Just wrote up my rough draft of "The Trainee" (closer to a fragment, as there are only a few paragraphs. So far as first draftsgo, I guess it's OK):
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Reply #1747. Jul 27 12, 10:50 AM
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Jazmee27
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The nine-year-old curled up in a ball, silent tears leaking from his crystal blue eyes. He felt utterly drained, having spent the past who knows how long moaning and crying as each fresh lance of agony tore through his battered frame. Even breathing hurt, so he’d tried to do it as little as possible, merely resulting in new pains blossimg on top of the others. His sobs came harder and harder with each breath, which felt like a knife or a needle tearing at his flesh.
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Reply #1748. Jul 27 12, 10:51 AM
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Jazmee27
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The nine-year-old was no stranger to pain, though at the moment it sure felt like it. He found it inconceivable that anyone could suffer so much, and lose so much blood, yet still be alive, not to mention conscious. Time and again, he prayed for oblivion, but it never came.
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Reply #1749. Jul 27 12, 10:51 AM
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Jazmee27
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Entire drafts (more than a few paragraphs) just aren't coming to me today.
The second version of The Trainee" just came to me as I was getting dressed (having an extremely slow start today):
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Reply #1750. Jul 27 12, 1:25 PM
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Jazmee27
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The Spirit Warrior cursed under his breath as he took in the pittiful scene before him: identical twin boys, one covered in blood, the other retching and gagging in a corner of the room. “If this is what they call training,” he muttered angrily, “I want out.” |
Reply #1751. Jul 27 12, 1:25 PM
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Jazmee27
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In spite of his muttered words, he rushed to the injured nine-year-old and knelt. The boy gazed at him with agonized blue eyes that were rapidly losing their focus. “Hang in there, Orseviyto,” the young man whispered, his voice breaking on the last syllable of the kid’s Scenorian name. |
Reply #1752. Jul 27 12, 1:26 PM
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Jazmee27
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Without averting his gaze, the nineteen-year-old touched the boy’s wounds lightly with his fingertips, wincing as the child cried out. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, “so very sorry.”
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Reply #1753. Jul 27 12, 1:26 PM
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Jazmee27
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Training gone terribly awry
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Reply #1754. Jul 27 12, 1:27 PM
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Jazmee27
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Almost finished reading "Before the Frost"
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Reply #1755. Jul 27 12, 1:27 PM
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Jazmee27
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When I went down for the mail, I ran into a neighbor getting his that told me his right side’s paralyzed. He asked how my mother was, and I told him she was good. Then, after “losing my place for a bit” and refinding my box, I opened it to find a bill and three digital books. “About time,” I muttered angrily, as the past few days I’d looked there was nothing but print mail. “Bills and junk, such is life,” I said as I glanced up. Then I turned around and headecd upstairs.
The three titles are: “A Quilter’s Holiday,” “Secretariat” and “In the Shadow of Gotham.”
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Reply #1756. Jul 27 12, 1:54 PM
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Jazmee27
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It’s one of those times when you piece together bits of information you’ve learned sometime back with what you’re being told now. It started when Mom was explaining how she and Elysha are running in a 5k race tomorrow. “She’s living with her mother,” Mom said of the sixteen-year-old. What about Edward, I wanted to know. “He’s staying with his friends, the Berkholders.”
Sometime back, Mom and Michael were here when Edward stopped by. He began his regular litany of complaints about the deteriorating conditions at his Dad’s (if memory serves, it was the night the seventeen-year-old’s cell phone was damaged when Edy bowled his dresser over). Children and Youth must have become involved somehow, and they had to go to court (all Grandma knows about this is that, one day, Elysha posted something on Facebook like “nothing like a day in court.”)
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Reply #1757. Jul 27 12, 4:18 PM
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Jazmee27
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I was just wrapping up my conversation with Grandma when the landline rang. I rushed over, picked it up… and heard, “if you’re a senior citizen…a” Stupid recorded message!
Grandma told me, proudly, that she had both OT and PT today. Both therapists told her they don’t think she’ll need many sessions. In fact, PT might be done as early as Wednesday, and OT might come a week after that.
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Reply #1758. Jul 27 12, 4:22 PM
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Jazmee27
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I was watching the news when my cell phone rang. As the TV was quite loud, I didn’t answer right away. Oddly enough, she left me a voice-mail. Her name was Lacey, and she was looking for a woman named Brenda because she had a question to answer. Unfortunately, I don’t always listen to my messages before I call someone back, so I just hit redial (but I was able to tell her right away she’d dialed a wrong number, and she apologized and hung up).
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Reply #1759. Jul 27 12, 5:01 PM
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Jazmee27
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Mom let me say "hi" to Elysha when I called to say "good night." I asked how the sixteen-year-old was and she said "good," then handed the phone back to Mom.
She said she might go to the Market tomorrow "if we get started early enough." (This was in answer to the question did she have any food for me. Answer: she doesn't, but she plans to do some cooking soon.)
Mom has a movie she wants me to see, so on Sunday we'll watch that as well as deciding where my laundry will be done.
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Reply #1760. Jul 27 12, 8:13 PM
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