Dare I not worry?  Before you faint at the prospect of me, the best Worrier In The Californian Hemisphere (aka, “Witch”), turning over a new leaf and throwing worry out the window, I’m only talking for an evening.  Letting go for just a few hours. 

I visited Robert today and he was doing just fine.  I mean, there wasn’t one thing wrong.  He wasn’t congested.  He didn’t have a fever.  He wasn’t having seizures.  He was walking fairly steadily and he was in a good mood.  He was even easy going when I told him I had to leave unexpectedly and only had time to play one game of cards instead of our usual three or four. 

Robert is settling into the New Home faster than I am settling into him being there.  He has a “job” now – opening the blinds in the morning and closing them in the evening.  Look out if you’re in his way, though!  He is a man on a mission.

New Home has a doctor check up on all the residents once a month.  (Of course, I didn’t know this was happening before it happened – see post on “communication” – argh!).  I stop myself from sinking into frustration about the communication issues and remind myself the doctor visit is a good thing.  Fortunately, Robert tells me about his days on a regular basis and I can usually piece together what actually happened. 

A few days ago Robert told me, “I saw the doctor today.”

Really?  Are you running a fever? 

“No, I feel fine.”

Why did you see the doctor then?  (Give me a clue, Robert).

“I got to go for a ride in a van with a lot of people.”  (Clue #1)

Did these people work there or live there?

“Both.”  (Clue #2)

“I rode in the car on the way back home.”  (unnecessary info to my inquiry). 

So, you and the other people that live in your house saw a doctor today for a check up and the workers went with you? 

“Yes.”

I let go of the irritation of not being notified he was going to be seen by a doctor since he was in the midst of his most recent cold.  The doctor said his lungs were clear and he was fine.   I confirmed this with the House Manager.

It appears the cold is under control.  We might be getting somewhere with the New Home. 

Maybe I will take a few hours off from worry tonight.