September 13th, 2005

Cane Chinois

Picking up where I left off...

Yesterday, O Best Beloved, I exhaustedly IM'd my Angel from clinic with a rush of words and told him I wanted to quit.
Today I sang my way across the street, and I am on call today.

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Got the address of my patient who died in Hospice. I will send a card to his wife; she was a tiny fragile thing who, I think, may just melt away now that her all-consuming work has disappeared. Signed the death certificate, feeling sort of official at it. Also dictated his discharge summary.

It is nearly nine. I had best sleep soon, O Best Beloved, or who knows when I will get to sleep again?