I was in Vermont all last week, and I *did* try calling her a few times while away; and again, I tried to call her on Saturday. And then the weekend kind of ran away with itself. And here we are on Tuesday.
I tried calling on her cell and on her room phone, and both of which rang and rang, and neither of which have voicemail set up, so pretty much it's as if she's at her own house where the phone is equally fucked and no voicemail set up.
And even if I did call and got her, her memory is so shot from either her glucose issues or the long term use of vicodin and lyrica fucking with her brain function, she forgets things too quick.
So whatever.
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