Tuesday, February 18, 2014
On Tuesday February eight-teenth, 2014, I had got up from my bed at six-thirty in the morning. So I had stood up on the right side of my bed and I had sat down in my wheelchair to wheel to my bath room to wash myself and then I had dried myself too. Then I had wheeled into my bed room to get my long dark blue sweat paints on and I had got my gray short sleeve shirt on. So when I had my sock and shoes on I had wheeled out of my bed room and into the kitchen to had scramble egg and raise toast to eat and a glass of orange juice to drank and a big cup of coffee to drink too. So I had threw my paper plate in the trash and I had put my empty glass and cup in the dish washer then I had wheeled to my bed room to watch my television for a while. At ten-thirty in the morning I had wheeled in my wheelchair to the great big pink room because a lady named Donner from a church called Saint Theresa was going to the McLaughlin house in North Reading, to say prayers with me and a few other residents and we would sing a few spiritual songs too. Later I had told two staff people named Candie and Frank, about my day at the Douglas, house on Monday February seven-teenth, 2014, I had said when a staff named Wilson had drove me to the Douglas house in Lexington he had pushed me in my wheelchair through the two electric doors and a resident that lives there named Jeremy had pushed my down the long hall way to the elevator and took me down the elevator. When I had wheeled into the weight room downstairs I had saw a great big treadmill that was in the middle of the floor and I had thought that there were four treadmills But a guy that works at the Douglas house in Lexington, had pulled the little treadmill out of it spot because it did not work and Peter had put the great big treadmill in its place now there are three great big treadmills and two oversize bikes and a stair master machine too, Later at three in the afternoon o'clock I had walk with two beautiful lady up and down the hall ways. After my walk I had sat down in my wheelchair and a beautiful lady named Coreen had loaded me into the van and then drove me home to the McLaughlin house that is in North Reading,
