he's 96

my patient tonight.

he's wondering why he's still alive.

a couple of months ago he tried to get out of bed and realized he couldn't.

so he's been in bed for a couple of months after doing everything on his own for 96 years.

not only did i have to hold the urinal for him, i had to hold his you-know-what in the urinal.

it's frustrating.

he's tired.

he was a dentist. he used to give cleanings for 8 dollars. a filling cost 2 bucks.

he met his wife at a dance that cost 3 dollars.

"that was the day."

they had four kids and burried 3 of them; one at birth, one at three years, one at 52.

he's a good guy. a real sweet guy.

he shared his non-parels with me.

he says he's waiting to die.

i told him i'd wait with him.

i'm a lucky girl.