When I got over to the main building of Side By Side Assisted Living on my first morning officially living there, I had Lesley, my private duty aide (that would be working with me for the 2 to 4 weeks before my Medicaid provided PCA hours kicked in) wheel me into the dining room where the fireplace I’d fallen in love with on my tour a few days earlier was. That woman who had asked me if I was in school the other day was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace with her knitting. Lesley moved the empty chair that was next to her so that she could park my wheelchair in its spot.
“You can’t rearrange the furniture,” the woman who was knitting told Lesley.
“I just want to move this chair a little bit, so Becca can sit by the fireplace.” Explained Lesley.
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