Outside

Megan is getting better every day. She's off the pain pump now. Yesterday her family from Tallahassee visited, and today her brothers John and Frank wheeled her outside in a wheelcahir. That was her first time outside in three weeks, so she enjoyed it, and luckily it was nice weather here in the morning. I saw her doctor today. He is understandably hesitant to predict when Megan's confinement will end, but he seemed to think it will be soon.

This week I had some weird parking deck encounters. Tuesday night I helped a woman who looked like she fell down the stairs get to her car. She had a big tear in her pant leg and hurt her ankle. I suggested to her companions that they take her back to the ER, rather than come back tomorrow, but they left anyway. And today as I was leaving, a guy who looked kind of stoned asked me if the the hospital would look at someone who didn't have any ID. I told him give it a try, they probably won't turn away anyone without at least a quick look to determine how seriously you are hurt. The woman in the back seat looked like she was in pain, I hope she's OK.

Has anyone ever seen the evening parking deck woman not talking on the phone?