Another long day ahead.

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We have to go to the va, again, to drop off George's prescription and wait for it to be filled. George is mad at me, again, because I won't let him read off the script they gave us. Because while his speach is mild to moderate, I wouldn't know if what he was telling them was right or wrong. I want to trust him, but I don't think I can with some things like this. It won't make them fill it any faster, since everything goes through orlando. He's getting up and dressed now, though. But of course, my phone had to wake me up, because of course it did. The wound clinic called, after the nutritionist had reached out in concern.