- was, in fact, released this morning. I picked her Wife seeking sex Crazy Horse and all her stuff up. I pointed out that she had the wrong wheelchair (oversize), it would not fit through any doorway in her apartment except the front door. "How you manage?" She ignored the comment in her eagerness to get out the door. So home we went, stopping at KFC on the way. She's fed. On the way, I talked to her about what I was willing to do and not do (laundry and shopping until she gets on her own feet, then that's up to her), and that she would have to handle the insurance and home-health-care issues on her own. I might provide information, if I can find some (thank you, skittyawesome and others), but that's it. She wheeled herself inside her apartment door (good!), while I carried totes. I then found her chair jammed in the bedroom doorway, and she had crawled across the floor to her bed to get to the dear. She was appalled that she couldn't get the chair through the door (did I not warn her???), and the trip across the floor and hauling herself up was somewhat painful, but she managed it. I then wiggled an armchair through the door, and positioned it against a wall by the door so that she could use it and the dresser to manage from the bed to the chair. All is well, I suppose. Reminded her there's chicken enchiladas in the freezer, checked to be sure her phone system was working and accessible, made sure she had phone contact list and doctor's information at hand, checked the water service and frige (working), knocked on her neighbor's door to let her know is home, and then I left. Let the chips fall where they.