Chapter 2After the aide scurried off, Bonnie waited in fuming silence. Why did they have to make a federal case of this? Another aide appeared at the door with a wheelchair. The nurse waved him away, shaking her head.
“No, not yet. I’m not sure we’ll need that.”
Bonnie slumped back on her pillows. Great, now they weren’t going to let her go. Aye de mi. What do I do now? I can’t stay here for a week or more. She’d heard Dr. Bertini say the swelling had to subside and he had to be sure the incision was healing properly before he’d put a cast on her leg, probably no sooner than ten to fourteen days.
She’d cut corners on her own medical insurance, mainly concerned with getting coverage for her father to take care of anything Medicare didn’t cover. Without more extensive coverage, she couldn
