It was a pretty easy thing with the exception of having to take her to the doctor. Getting her up and down the stairs is a pain in the ass. Luckily John, a.k.a. Buddah, was here to help me both up and down the stairs.
She’s talkative compared to Shirley. She keeps telling me; family history, how much she likes Christina, and how she worries that Shirley doesn’t want her there. All shit that I’ve heard about way to much.
She prefers to be in bed more than Shirley. Works for me.
She eats more and better than Shirley.
All in all it’s not terrible. All in all it’s still new. All in all it’s not great.
She has told me at least 3 times that she wishes she had died. She keeps that up and I’ll tell her how to end it.
More later.
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