Had ot or pt in two weeks.
Without normal people to talk to, it becomes depressing.
THE CNAS treat you like a slab of meat that needs to be washed.
Even the young CNAS HAVE A HARD SELFISH EDGE.
IF I DON’T HAVE THERAPY MY BEST FRIENDS ARE THE JANITORS.
They make me laugh. One is from Chile, one from PERU. THE ONE from Peru tells me to tell the guy from Chile that he bought three bottles of wine. Two from Chile. One from Peru.
He tells me to tell the Chilean janitor that he used the Chilean wine to wash his feet.
And the Peruvian wine to drink.
It had an hilarious effect on Ernie from Chile.
He got red from toe to forehead. Started cursing in English, German, and Spanish.
Lots of fun.
But they are the only friends I can b. S. With on this floor.