Miscreants that we are, Dianne and I have conspired to bring beer into our room. Clinic policy forbids alcohol and smoking but, hey, we're rebels. Feels like sneaking beverage into the college dorm. I surreptitiously bring the contraband in double bagged and the next day empties are smuggled back out to cover our tracks. Naturally we drink Kingfisher beer, the national brew of choice.
Donnish, Cash's usual physical therapist, is on holiday so he has had a different person each of the last couple of days. We think Cash hoodwinkes rookies when he can actually do a lot more than he lets on.
Tomorrow is Republic Day- the national holiday equivalent to our 4th of July. Cash gets a shot but no therapy. Dianne and I are pondering what we should do with ourselves for the day.
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