I’m back in the hospital with Mom. She complained about her knee where she lives, and maybe said something about her stomach. Then came another exciting ride in an ambulance. The EMTs are always delighted by her.
We’re in a wider hallway now. Different doctors, but they’re still handsome. Mom got some x-rays and we drank some ginger ale. I had The Littl…
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