Went And Saw Mr. Traffic Today

He's doing better. One leg is completely healed, the other almost. Size wise, they look normal. His feet are still swollen. Mentally he seems to be more alert. Still doesn't realize that his phone won't work because there is no phone jack in the room. Mr. Traffic doesn't seem to realize that he is in a locked ward facility for "mentally challenged" people. I would like to know who decided THAT. Mr. Traffic might be having a little confusion, but I think he belongs in the other care place down the road where they have phones in the room and can go and come as they please. He's still complaining about being given weaker drugs. I'm not sure whether or not he is being given weaker drug, rather that they are being given to him in the right amounts and times. I let him talk to his sister in Florida on my cell phone. She asked me to have Mr. Traffic put him on his contact sheet, so she can have access to him. Today, I have to talk to his cardiologist, and the people at the care place to find out what's going on. It all depends whether Mr. Traffic was placed under his own cognizance or whether he is under state care, or maybe even his son's in Nigeria.
I also bought him a snake lamp with a build in magnifier. The box said that it had a light in place and a spare one in the box. Well, it didn't. It had the spare light, but not one already in. And of course, the cover was held in place with screws. So, back again I will go with a screw driver. Also, two checks, from Mr. Traffic's house.
I also have to get Goosie's and Jilly's rabies shot today and paid it. I'm out of time on that. It's due on the 30Th. And work on the house. My brother is coming over tomorrow and I want no comments from him on it's state. I'm looking at it like this; the more I do now ,the more I will be able to do on my vacation. I'm going to clean out the old radio room and put the litter boxes in there and get rid of more BF's boxes. Hopefully I will be able to get to the point where people don't know I have all these cats when they come through the front door. (which is where the litter boxes are now).