What I saw at the hospital today:
A dark suited middle aged man being pulled around by a frisky dachshund dog. I asked him if he was the therapy dog team and he said no, he was a doctor and his dog was in therapy. He smiled at me as if I understood the joke.
A burly man in a blue hospital gown lounging, on the inner terrace, in the sun holding tight to his IV pole.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
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