She had fallen the night before and her mental status had been deteriorating slowly warranting a trip to the ER to get it all figured out. She was in good enough spirits and her stories were anything but boring. She kept telling me how hungry she was and that the food at the hospital sucked. We passed a few fast food joints enroute and I got the normal question if pit stops were allowed. "No ma'am they aren't but they will feed you at the hospital." We drop her off and I give my turn over to the RN, and as I walk by her bed, I give her my line I give to all my patients "best of luck to you, feel better." she grabs my hand to stop me and says "I want my damn cheeseburger"....that dang cat picture.
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