picky

It's a Wednesday night, and I just came home from visiting my brother.  I stopped on the way home and went grocery shopping and I'm a little tired.

My brother's nursing home doctor was in the dining room when I got there.  Her name is Dr. Fisher.  She looked like a nice lady.  I asked her how his billi rubin was, of course she didn't know, but at least I got it on her radar screen.

I noticed that he has been picking his skin again.  I am pretty suspicious about this because I read that picking at your skin can be a sign of liver problems.  I guess only time will tell.  Right now, he seems ok.

We actually had a nice conversation.  He had just gone to a current events session, and was eager to talk about the Israeli spy who is in the news and Jesse Jackson Jr and his woes.  I told my brother the story about how I once took Congressman Jackson for an environmental tour of the SE Side of Chicago.  There was a lot of traffic and there was construction, and I was having a difficult time turning left.  Finally he yells, "Turn, woman!".  At the time I asked myself he if talked to his wife like that.  Now she's indicted too. 

My brother liked the story, and then offered how he had met Rahm Emmanuel at the Belmont el station when my brother was still working.  Emmanuel had been campaigning for Congress.

It was a good visit.