It's actually been a better thing for me of late, with my health problems and side effects of the medications, my mental acuity is pretty variable these days. I even call my doctors 'sir', and the PA too. Beats awkwardly craning my neck throughout the visit to try and read the damn nametags.
I have called the nurse that pokes me for blood (a dreadfully common procedure for me these days) as Mrs. Vlad the Impaler. And then she threatens to get the sample from a groin artery, and we both laugh. I took her a plate of cookies recently, they were very well received.
I have called the nurse that pokes me for blood (a dreadfully common procedure for me these days) as Mrs. Vlad the Impaler. And then she threatens to get the sample from a groin artery, and we both laugh. I took her a plate of cookies recently, they were very well received.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
