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I am extremely grateful for the skill to do my own maintenance. (It is non–existent at this facility. Granted, a burned–out light bulb isn’t something “they” would replace.) Furthermore, (until today) I hadn’t been “downstairs” for a week. Nobody checks on us. Praise God for my reasonably good health. I’m preparing food in my room because so many meals (in the dining room) make me sick. My body rejects the spiced food “they” serve.