Visited Soren at Atlantis

I spent this afternoon with Soren (baldanders), first at the inpatient rehab center and then, with fimbrethil and Howard, at a bar and Mexican restaurant called Ellis, which is Soren's local. (They had driven in from Queens, so we could go beyond the neighborhood of the rehab place.)

Soren is somewhat bored, of course. Among other things, there are no therapy sessions on weekends, so he has even less to do than on weekdays. He was quite a bit more cheerful at Ellis than in the rehab center: no surprise there.

I did one useful thing in addition to general conversation and being another friendly face (and providing some variety among those faces): we were talking about reading, and I asked how he was doing with the newspaper. Atlantis hadn't been supplying one. It took some back-and-forth and at least half an hour, but they got him a copy of the Sunday News. They also put him on newspaper distribution list, and he should now get the New York Times every day. I don't know why nobody had asked him about, or offered, a newspaper before this, but he'll have it from now on, if they don't drop the ball again. And if they do, we now know there is a list, and roadnotes can remind them that he should be on it.

The people at Ellis are nice, but are really bad at tea: the water not only wasn't boiling, I strongly suspect it had never reached even a temperature sufficient for green tea. cattitude kindly made me a cup when I got home: a little later than I normally have tea, but I needed the caffeine, being well behind my normal caffeine levels for that hour

Visited Soren at Atlantis

I spent this afternoon with Soren (baldanders), first at the inpatient rehab center and then, with fimbrethil and Howard, at a bar and Mexican restaurant called Ellis, which is Soren's local. (They had driven in from Queens, so we could go beyond the neighborhood of the rehab place.)

Soren is somewhat bored, of course. Among other things, there are no therapy sessions on weekends, so he has even less to do than on weekdays. He was quite a bit more cheerful at Ellis than in the rehab center: no surprise there.

I did one useful thing in addition to general conversation and being another friendly face (and providing some variety among those faces): we were talking about reading, and I asked how he was doing with the newspaper. Atlantis hadn't been supplying one. It took some back-and-forth and at least half an hour, but they got him a copy of the Sunday News. They also put him on newspaper distribution list, and he should now get the New York Times every day. I don't know why nobody had asked him about, or offered, a newspaper before this, but he'll have it from now on, if they don't drop the ball again. And if they do, we now know there is a list, and roadnotes can remind them that he should be on it.

The people at Ellis are nice, but are really bad at tea: the water not only wasn't boiling, I strongly suspect it had never reached even a temperature sufficient for green tea. cattitude kindly made me a cup when I got home: a little later than I normally have tea, but I needed the caffeine, being well behind my normal caffeine levels for that hour