I was moved up to a real semi -private patient room on the 8th floor. My roommate whose name I never did get was being let out. She was doing well post op. Keep in mind that we have a situation where people wait 30 hours in the ER for a bed as you read this little exchange.
Him: okay hon we’re free to go. I’ll get your stuff together.
Her: I don’t want to.
Him: you feel alright don’t you?
Her: (whiny) yeah.
Him: well then let’s go pick up something to eat and get you home!
Her: but it’s almost suppertime. We paid for it.
Him: you want to stay for supper? What will I eat?
Her: we can share it.
They sat in silence until dinner arrived and I heard him say, these carrots taste a little off.