My favorite patient of all time called today to tell me that she consulted with her personal physician and it's a go on her next procedure. Since I'm her beloved almost a nurse I suppose that I'll assist when the time comes, but I won't like it one bit. She's 77 years old and barely a hundred pounds...tired of trying to stay alive when there's so much pain and money involved in the business of diagnosis and treatment. Ms. Olive is one of a kind and her hubby adores her. That's enough for this old gal to keep the faith.
The landscape looks different on our lane because the magnolia trees at the entrance got cut down so that the road won't collapse again like it did during the monsoon of May '03 I reckon Big Ernie knows what the plan is. I certainly don't. There's a book up in there somewhere and I pray that the stories get told before Willie Herenton gets elected as mayor of Memphis again.
^j^
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