Ellen Hits Rock Bottom

Mrs. Gerson was a total mess when I went to Ellen's house today. She had stopped smoking over two years ago, but when I walked into her house today was she holding coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She told me that Ellen wouldn't let her near her, and I could see why; Ellen was a disaster. I found her in her bathroom sitting on the toilet seat. She had a sweater and underwear on but that was all. In her left-hand she held a razor, and in the other was shaving cream. The faucet in the bathtub was on, running almost as quickly and smoothly as the tears that were streaming down Ellen's face. When I looked at her leg I could understand why. When she got her cast taken off today, it revealed a now pencil thin leg from the knee down, covered in hair and dandruff. Then I remembered that Ellen was still supposed to have a smaller cast on her leg. Ellen pointed to a Velcro ski-boot sort of thing and told me the doctors decided to put that on instead, because they didn't think it would rub as much, and that way she could take it off to shower and such. I offered to shave Ellen's leg for her, because it didn't look like she was going to even start anytime soon. I helped her shave, redo all the dressing on her leg, put it into the Velcro ski-boot, clean the mess up, and then I told her that I thought I could drive. And so I did. For the first time since the accident, I drove today. Ellen was in the back seat and we went to Top Hats, by request of Ellen.