What seems like ages, she does step, by painful step, sometimes faster the next day. Today, Lois had physical therapy out-patient and came home sore, but with good attitude. She is making little strides ... here and toward success and independance. She is doing better with diabetes, treating her disease with greater respect. She is still on injected insulin up to four times daily, plus once at night. The insulin isn't nearly as expensive as the bloomin' syringes. I can see why, money-crunched persons needing them would re-use them. The needles, as small as there are, are thankfully not well-suited for IV drug users.
Thomas, as secretary of an engineers' club has been trying to get speakers for them, with some success and some hopes dashed. Wouldn't you know it, Comcast was, by far, the most difficult to find a person. Father talked with four people on the phone, then went to local branch and talked with two others, only to get a business card for yet another. Methinks, it's a wasteful beauracracy -- you're comcast dollars going to thick middle management and paperwork.
Marcus has reached restful states. For two days in a row, woke rested and not so grouchy and stupid. Scratch that -- I'm always stupid, but now to a lesser degree. I've no win on the job search, but I'm not crying yet. Keep up the good spirits, I think we are!
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