You know it's been too long when...

While I like to tell myself I am staying in a rehab center, it Kaiser Permanente Post Acute Care Center and honestly looks like a nursing home. Patients can't stay here longer than 100 days and have to participate in therapy while they are here, but most of them are ancient recovering from a fall, stroke, or other geriatric ailment. I have nothing against the elderly, but there is something tragic about seeing people resigning to the last few years of their life.
Yesterday after lunch and pumping I was trying to decide what to do with my afternoon knowing it would be a few hours until Spencer came with Gwen. I realized I was having a sad dilemma. I said to my nurse 'X' (short for Expedito who is a twenty something guy who has a 3 month old baby boy and and who helped me wash my back when I gave myself a sponge bath at the bathroom sink that morning): "I know I have been here too long when I am trying to decide to go to BINGO or take a nap."