It's a day of the week that used to have more meaning. Now it is just the day stuck between Thursday and Saturday. Nevertheless I can sense the energy from nurses who have the weekend off.
After hours of music last night, I drifted off for a few hours sleep, punctuated by trips to the bathroom.
Now, after some productive memoir-writing, I'm listening to this building come alive. A woman yells for help but can never say what she needs.
The banging of the food truck promises our breakfast soon.
I prepare for going home in a few days. Due to the new diagnoses, I will need to keep to a strict schedule of half a pill 30 minutes before each meal or 60 minutes after a meal.
That's just week one.
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