I got home, the patient was still loopy. Take out with drinks, my bag, all the stuff. I got it all in, including the loopy patient. Got him settled and I headed for a nap. This head cold is killing me. After the nap, I laid out my outfit for work tomorrow. Then I gathered my things to prep for work tomorrow. But I couldn’t find my keys. I drove, I unlocked the door when I came home. I searched. Went through my bag, checked my jean pockets that I tossed in the laundry. I checked all the rooms, all the places I had been. I put on my slippers and headed outside. I figured, trace all my steps. But there they were, hanging in the lock on the front door.
Meds taken. Patient fed. Prep for morning… done.
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