171 to Treatment Room

The fuzzy socks are nice. Thank you, nurse.

Hm? Oh, yes. Since 5:30, I think. Not much traffic, though.

No, I don’t think so. I didn’t see any clouds on the drive this morning.

I, uh. Have I met you before? I hate to be rude, but I’m —

Oh, okay. That’s it. I thought you looked familiar. Ole Miss fan, right?

My memory is spotty now, because of the treatments.

Um. I’m not sure. Something like 21 or 22, I think.

You know, I think so. It’s been a year and I’m still alive.

Not to be morose, I, uh..

Do you want me to slide up? I can?

There you go.

Good morning.

Hmm hmm.

Yes, ma’am.


Okay, thanks. No, the socks are working great. Thanks.

Ooh! Chilly! Ha ha.

Ye– yep. Thank you.

Yes, Dr. Patel. Yes. Yes. Thank you.

Whooh, okay! Let’s ride the lightning!

10….8–I mean 9!…8…7….


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April 21, 2014 · 7:17 pm

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