My bed.
Suppose I shouldn't complain.
The patient has been a little impatient as the meds wear off. Frustrated as she tries to get comfortable with half a dozen hoses going in and out of her. She was able to get some chicken broth and apple in her system.
I had dinner in the cafeteria here. You would think the most famous Jewish hospital in the U.S. would have descent pastrami or corned beef sandwich. Nope. I had tuna. Too late I remembered the Jerry's Deli across the street.
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