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At first, this was just a personal project that I hoped would help me get back into medicine if nothing else. But then the plant closed and all of my "friends" found new jobs. New houses, new cars, new lives. And me? I'm still here. All alone in a big house that I can't afford to keep up. All alone with too much time to think about things. There's no more work to keep me busy, but my mind is always racing. I fill my time by keeping the house clean and doing yard work, but there are only so many hours in the day and very little motivation to use them wisely. The only thing I really do every day is visit Jim's wife, Linda. She's sick, and not "Covid" sick, the kind of sick that doesn't get better. I try to keep her company and bring her some flowers when I visit. She never asks me to, but I feel like she needs someone right now. Someone who cared about Jim. I'm there for her, even if she doesn't know it. The rest of the time I feel pretty useless. At least I can eat the frozen and canned food in my cupboards before it goes bad. That's something, right?