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"He can't walk, he's on decline." I was briefed as I clocked in. an anxious robotic voice says You have clocked in at 9:40pm "When I get back from vacation He'll be dead" I stand awkwardly at the landline phone and stare at him. between us is the Clients bedroom doorway The Client is asleep. "When did he go to bed?," I say after a silence. "Oh about a minute ago" Breathing becomes fast and heavy from inside the room. "I think it's a good time for you to go now" I say, "It was nice to meet you." "I'll be relieving you tomorrow morning at 8:30" He leaves, There is nothing relieving about this man eager to back into each parking space Lusting for his vacation in California Caring for this helpless old man when I leave. Architecture rivets as he walks down the hallway. footsteps echo off the empty fireplaces and yellow wallpaper   no tumbleweed in the darkness outside only snow wet and black tar. as he looks in the mirror his wax smile fades into his hairline I shiver in the recliner at my journal. I look at the man sleeping past the doorway. This is my job now. That man is my future Destined for a Hospice Heart
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
30/30 "Day 5" 4/5/2017
"He can't walk, he's on decline." I was briefed as I clocked in. an anxious robotic voice says You have clocked in at 9:40pm "When I get back from vacation He'll be dead" I stand awkwardly at the landline phone and stare at him. between us is the Clients bedroom doorway The Client is asleep. "When did he go to bed?," I say after a silence. "Oh about a minute ago" Breathing becomes fast and heavy from inside the room. "I think it's a good time for you to go now" I say, "It was nice to meet you." "I'll be relieving you tomorrow morning at 8:30" He leaves, There is nothing relieving about this man eager to back into each parking space Lusting for his vacation in California Caring for this helpless old man when I leave. Architecture rivets as he walks down the hallway. footsteps echo off the empty fireplaces and yellow wallpaper   no tumbleweed in the darkness outside only snow wet and black tar. as he looks in the mirror his wax smile fades into his hairline I shiver in the recliner at my journal. I look at the man sleeping past the doorway. This is my job now. That man is my future Destined for a Hospice Heart
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
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