R.I.C.E. is not just an Asian dish
Last night I let Kif walk out of the house. He was mad at me because I wouldn't drive him to this Day Laborer place. I wouldn't drive him because he wanted to work the night shift, which I don't think he can handle physically right now. And I wouldn't drive him because he had broken his pinky finger. He had broken his finger the day before when he went for a walk.
After I caught up with him, I took him to the hospital for his finger.
Since he has CICP, which is a type of insurance, I took him to the University Hospital. We ran into an "old friend" of his, Dr. Mathieson. She was doing a rotation in the emergency department. She seemed genuinely happy to see a familiar face. It was nice to see her because it reminded me how far we had come since his stay in the "step down" unit. Kif recognized her face but couldn't place her, so I told him who she was.
Kif did in fact break his finger, and it's in a splint. We didn't get home until around midnight, so he's sleeping now.