Meow.

"You can't breathe. you can't even finish a sentence without gasping for air. Why don't you want to go to the hospital?"

"I said i don't want to!"

"You are 83 years old. You need to be watched closely and receive medications through your veins."

"What don't you understand about me not wanting to go to the hospital?!!"

I take a deep breath.

"Ms. B., why don't you want to go?"

She looks away and mutters ....

"My cat. She's got no one but me. We only have each other."

Good

September 2

That morning i couldn't keep still nor concentrate on my patients. The dreaded moment has come. I've been going back to the website almost every night to check despite a known scheduled result date. It's been a while since i felt like this.

I logged in and....



Dang! I'm good for seven years, option to extend to ten.

Did i say God is Good?

Aystilkentbilibit!




Now, i hafta buy myself something nice.