I had a nasty procedure in the hospital. I’m going to take a checkup with a nurse. On the way in the elevator I almost go flat. Sit on the floor with difficulty while the nurse sits behind me, supporting me and giving me instructions. The elevator door opens, I look up, two people want to get in. “Madam has become unwell for a while,” the nurse tells them. “No problem, have a nice day!” they answer cheerfully, and walk to the other elevator.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper on August 26, 2023.