Report of 27 Sept 2015
Good afternoon from the Terre Haute library -
The patient I told you about last week died early Monday morning. Scott and I went for the viewing on Thursday. It was very crowded and therapeutic; there is something soothing in grieving together. One of the finest meals I have ever had was after a rural Texas funeral, when the community got together in a community hall and we ate, talked, remembered the deceased.
One of my former employers has stated they would not pay me for some work I did for them, though I have it in writing that they said they would. This is a first experience for me and I would like to get the cash. Any suggestions? Better Business Bureau? Small claims court? I had hoped things would not be acrimonious, but I need to be paid fairly. It is not quite usual for our family to be screwed in money matters, and especially not in the U.S.
I worked in our rural hospital last week and loved it. It is small and cute, and the folks know each other well. Some of the patients were challenging - at least one wanted to file for disability and he had no known disability that I could see - but the staff were fabulous. There is a new illness afoot for what we call "secondary gain," or profit from a condition - stroke. Folks come in complaining of weakness on one side or loss of function; such conditions previously used to involve back pain.
Scott and I spent yesterday at his relatives' farms and that was nice. Today, we had breakfast with Navin, which was grand fun, and saw a movie, "The Intern," which was good. Naren is in L.A., preparing to be an understudy in a play, for which we wished him well; he is staying with close friends David and Peter. Last week, we saw our friend Olivia and that was fabulous: she is a kind, gentle sort and passes on hand-me-up clothing, which I unfailingly welcome. I abhor shopping for myself and Olivia spares me that trauma.
Terre Haute has been good. I could get used to living here, but home does call: both Scott and I agree on that.
Until next week -
R
The patient I told you about last week died early Monday morning. Scott and I went for the viewing on Thursday. It was very crowded and therapeutic; there is something soothing in grieving together. One of the finest meals I have ever had was after a rural Texas funeral, when the community got together in a community hall and we ate, talked, remembered the deceased.
One of my former employers has stated they would not pay me for some work I did for them, though I have it in writing that they said they would. This is a first experience for me and I would like to get the cash. Any suggestions? Better Business Bureau? Small claims court? I had hoped things would not be acrimonious, but I need to be paid fairly. It is not quite usual for our family to be screwed in money matters, and especially not in the U.S.
I worked in our rural hospital last week and loved it. It is small and cute, and the folks know each other well. Some of the patients were challenging - at least one wanted to file for disability and he had no known disability that I could see - but the staff were fabulous. There is a new illness afoot for what we call "secondary gain," or profit from a condition - stroke. Folks come in complaining of weakness on one side or loss of function; such conditions previously used to involve back pain.
Scott and I spent yesterday at his relatives' farms and that was nice. Today, we had breakfast with Navin, which was grand fun, and saw a movie, "The Intern," which was good. Naren is in L.A., preparing to be an understudy in a play, for which we wished him well; he is staying with close friends David and Peter. Last week, we saw our friend Olivia and that was fabulous: she is a kind, gentle sort and passes on hand-me-up clothing, which I unfailingly welcome. I abhor shopping for myself and Olivia spares me that trauma.
Terre Haute has been good. I could get used to living here, but home does call: both Scott and I agree on that.
Until next week -
R
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