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Busy week so far for us. I've gotten back a lot of confirmation postcards and emails that my internship application materials have been received. I am checking my LLU email much more frequently, in hopes that an industrious training director has already seen that I'm clearly a superior candidate and wants to interview me. :-) Ramy asked me tonight about what kind of celebration I wanted to have for graduation. Because my husband generally doesn't like to think about things that aren't in the immediate (and by immediate, I mean, what's for dinner kind of immediacy) future, I got a little excited! If inquiring minds want to know, I want a party in Tennessee for all my friends and family but probably a nice dinner celebration somewhere in Pasadena or L.A. for anyone who wants to make the trip out to see me get hooded! Casa Colina has been pretty slow. I wonder if the bad economy leads to fewer rehab admissions. Maybe people stay home more because of the economy and are less likely to be eating saturated fats that lead to strokes and less likely to get in car accidents that cause TBIs. On Veterans Day, one of my patients was on a nationally-broadcase morning talk show talking about his TBI in Iraq and his recovery of over a year thus far. We are getting quite a few returning soldiers who are choosing to go away from the VA System for rehab. Interesting...
Rebecca still has occasional snottiness, but nothing alarming and nothing like it was. She's back to her happy self. She waves goodbye to me in the morning when she is finishing up her breakfast and watching Little Einsteins and content to have Nanny Rebecca with her. When I come in, she greets me with, "Hi, Mama! Hi, Mama! Hi, Mama!" until I pick her up. She is still enthralled by her newfound jumping ability and likes to dance more than ever. She's gotten very interested in books, and every morning we have a parade of at least four books. Tonight, we read everything from a story about Daniel in the Lion's Den to Biscuit's Halloween Surprise to Dr. Seuss' Oh The Thinks You Can Think to a Baby Einstein color naming book.
My mom's dog Lillie Belle unfortunately kept getting worse. She lost bowel and bladder control and couldn't move around. Sadly, she was suffering too much to go on. My mom has understandably been very sad, because Lillie Belle was her Christmas present from my dad almost three years ago, and she's always been kind of a special needs baby. She still has Daisy and Shakespeare to keep her company and keep her entertained with antics. And, luckily for her, they don't have the body odor problem with which my cocker spaniel is plagued.
Off to bed, finally!
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