The Kind of Hospital I’m in
8 days into my stay and I just felt confident
and able to go to the third floor cafeteria
on my own. I had heard rumours about Jello
and when a tiny, toothless cafeteria worker
noticed me looking longingly through the
puddings she asked what I wanted. I told
her.
“what kind do you like, hon?”
“red is my favourite but I’ll take anything.”
“wait here” she said and in a couple of
minutes she was back bearing a fresh and
beautiful jello cup with a little dollop
of whipped cream on top. Her name is
Elise. She’s just one of the awesome people
who work here at university hospital.
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