After a dicey start -- see personal blog -- I left Harriet after breakfast looking good: knowing she is a patient with amnesia, knowing she's had some terrifying experiences, knowing she's in rehab, believing me that she's making progress (or at least, "I'll take your word for it") and definitely wanting to get better. At this point, I think this is as good as it gets.
Now to get through the day without the upsetting surprises of yesterday.
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