The last few days have been less than great. Friday, I had a sudden craving for Dan Dan Noodles. We went out for dinner with Spencer to the Peached Tortilla which has the best. We had a wonderful dinner. Unfortunately, she ran off a curb at the wheelchair ramp and face planted in the parking lot. She cut up the right side of her face and broke her left hip. Hurt her knee and head, but damage was minor. There was a fair amount of blood, but honestly not much for a head wound. Saturday, she had surgery to put a plate in her hip. We are expecting 4-6 weeks inpatient rehab , I think at St. David’s, starting today or tomorrow.

Insurance has told rehab I run out of coverage Monday. This is odd because my policy has a not supposed to have a fixed limit. The constant fun of a broken health care system. Going to work on fixing that this afternoon with my sister.

Therapy goes well. Doug lots of arm workin OT. Picking stuff up with my left hand. Improving mobility. Standing time and walking distance going up. Exhalation exercises going well. Firing on most cylinders education and speech.

The next few weeks will suck with just me and Margoth or Amanda at home

In some ways, this is the attitude test I have been needing. It has become a habit, almost easy, to be happy while my own stuff sucks. Now I get to test my happiness when Rachel is experiencing hard times. Not a test I signed up for, but it may offer some insight.

At first thought, one might think it would be easier, but there are second level effects that change it all. I’ve spent two years learning to deal with my crap. Separating desire from attachment. Learning to value the work over the result. It’s all about not attaching to outcome. Turns out when it is me, it is the easier to not get distracted by empathy.

I have fallen apart on the book lately. Time to focus back there while Rachel is gone. New goal: first draft done before she is out of rehab.