Wednesday
I was given a new hospice nurse today. His name is Mike and he has a British accent mixed with a thick dialect from Nigeria. No reason was given as to why Eve no longer will be coming by, only code which I did not understand as truth. I sat with Mike and listened and he listened as a new relationship began, all while I wondered what had happened to my team, developed and nurtured for five months prior to today, a trusted group that now becomes a memory for me to write about and ponder.
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Hey Mr Peanut....How are you doing today? New nurse, new passport, what's next? A trip to M-E-X-i-c-o???
OHHHH SEEEE...love and laughter...
LLR~
Sorry to hear that Eric. Remember the former fondly, and look forward to the new opportunity and adventure into the intimate intricacies of a new life that has presented itself on a silver platter for you...
And if Mike turns out to be an ass, kick him in the nuts when he isn't expecting it.
Someone should have contacted you. This wasn't right.
'Fraid I have to agree with Ben on this one, 'though I usually eschew violence:)
I'm generally nonviolent as well, but our friend Eric deserves the very best. If Mike can't provide that, a good kick should inspire him to seek another assignment.
:-)
Eric, you are loved:)!
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