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I nod at him. “I don’t have to sleep lying flat. I can sleep sitting up if that helps.”
“However you like. How’s your nausea?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Good. Let’s see if you can tolerate some soup and liquids, maybe a popsicle or some Jell-O.”
I smile. “What is it about hospitals and Jell-O?”
He smiles back. “It’s one of the things patients can tolerate, no matter how ill they are.”
“Anything but green. Lime is nasty.”
“Noted. Nurse Samantha will be in shortly.”
“Thanks.”
He nods then looks at Aunt Ruthie. “Could I have a word with you?”
“Sure.”
They go out into the hall and I relax back against my pillows.Why does my life have to be so challenging?
