This morning when Pat was giving me my MTX injection, I remembered the time when I was working for Dr. Rudolph; that the doctor gave an old man an injection into his vein. As he was doing it, I noticed that there was an air bubble in the syringe, but I didn't say anything. Several minutes later, the man died. Dr. Rudolph tried to restart his heart, pounding on his chest, but it didn't work. I stood there helplessly watching....
Around noon, I remembered that it was my sister Margy's birthday today. I tried to phone her several times but the phone was busy. I finally got through around 5:30 PM our time. We talked for about half an hour. Margy said she didn't go to her granddaughter's wedding in Logan a couple of weeks ago. I told her about my adventures going to California and back in July. I asked her if she had the internet so she could read my blog, but she said she didn't know how to do it, but maybe when Suzette came to visit her she could help her to learn how.
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