In Winston-Salem

Bree and I are in Winston Salem again. We left Rick to fight the clogged up sink, along with Allie and Lindsey. Allie still has her pet sitting job. Hopefully I won't find the kitchen flooded when I get home. I have a feeling that Rick will take apart the pipes while I'm gone.
Bree is not too thrilled to be here, even though she has only said a total of maybe three words all day long. She seems to becoming more in more depressed. I can't tell if it's depression or if her speech is becoming more and more affected or if her brain is becoming more affected because of all of her seizures. I would think she would be more frustrated if it was her speech, but she just isn't. She said "No, not going" when I told her we had to get ready to leave this morning. I know that she is upset about something. One of her friends has not spoken to her in 11 days now. She has told me this. So I guess she has spoken a grand total of 6 words today. She didn't even order in restaurants today. I ordered her favorites in the places we went to eat and she did eat some so that was good. Sadly because we have been here so much now, they know what she orders in the little restaurant here below the hotel so when they asked her "Pinto Beans and Onion rings?" She gave them a sad smile and that's what she got for dinner. Maybe it's not so sad. Maybe I should be flattered that these waitresses remember us.
I hope we can get some good news tomorrow. We'll see. We did go to the cookout/family reunion yesterday and she remained seizure free for the 4 hours we were there, a blessing.