I just helped this rad lady who lives in a nursing home. She told me about how she ran away at 3:00 am a couple weeks ago. She got down the hall and out the door without anyone seeing her. A cab was waiting and she went to McDonald's. It was what she wanted to do. She had planned it all out. She almost got away with it until she came back and a few of the workers saw her getting out of the cab. Now she has to wear a "chastity belt" - a wrist band that goes bazerk (is that even a word?) when she enters the elevator without permission. But she said it was worth it because "you just have to live a little." Her visit to the doctor's office today was a treat and she topped it off by having a slice of pizza in the cafeteria. I hope I grow old with that kind of pizazz!
Another patient just called and told me that he received a kidney transplant for his birthday this week.
It's been a good day.
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I hope I don't get that old and/or put in a prison of sorts.
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