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Friday, December 13, 2013
a phone call from who
i began my Friday morning at 9:30 a.m. being a day off from going into therapy, i thought i would sleep in a bit. Once i was up, i had gone straight to the laundry room to see if there was a load of laundry that had to be hung to dry. sure enough there was. As i was hanging the laundry,, my mother had called to see how things were going, i then continued to hang the laundry. At 10:30 my grandmother had called to talk. it must be nice to hear an outside voice once in a while. if i lived closer to town and was able to walk better i would be down at the Pierce House daily. At 10:40 i then started a load of laundry before washing some dish's that were in the sink. i then made my bed. it remindes me of the days when i use to try to make it when i was at d'youville for rehab. it was hard but not impossible. My father had called at 11:00 to see how my day was going. i then climbed on the swin air dine for thirty minutes. At 11:45 i then hung another load to dry. i then went to my bedroom to do my weight exercises both leg and arm. After stretching i then took my shower before laying down to rest. i had slept from 1:30-3:30 before getting up. A friend then called. We then spoke for a while, i then went out into the kitchen at 4:30 to eat my salad my mother had made for me. i then had dinner. Once i had finished eating i had gone to my bedroom to blog.
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