Yesterday was a real challenge. Our appointment was at 12:30 but an hour away and with traffic on the interstate I decided to allow an hour and a half. Needed every bit of it. Traffic crawled nearly the whole distance. We got there with a few minutes to spare and sat down in the waiting room and then a security guard came and told us they were going to have a fire drill and we might want to get a head start.
That meant 3 flights of stairs down, across a parking lot to a designated spot. I worried every step down the stairs that Cowboy would fall. But what happened was after we got to the parking lot, he stepped over some railroad ties to a grassy area and down he went. Grass, dirt, a skinned arm but no real damage. We then had to wait as others came pouring out of the building.
Needless to say our appointment ran late. We spent an hour with a lady Dr. talking about PTSD, rage, sleeping problems, his hallucinations and then a battery of tests on his memory and cognitive abilities. I joked with Cowboy as we left that he must feel like a "lab rat" with which he heartily agreed.
We then crawled through traffic back home, exhausted.
This morning I work up to find the Cowboy already up. He had warmed some coffee and was dressed and was watching cartoons on TV. Now there is something I didn't think I would ever see! Maybe he just couldn't figure out how to change the channel. It felt really good to sleep a bit longer.
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