But it feels like 90%.
Tomorrow I will be spreading the rumor that the hospital was unable to purchase turkey and pumpkin pies, and thus will be serving only meatloaf and green Jello with carrots for Thanksgiving. And also that we've run out of Ativan. And Vicodin.
I should actually just prepare myself for the fact that there's probably going to be a bunch of admissions on Wednesday night, and I'll just get in early on Thursday so I can be out in time to head out to the suburbs for dinner at Anthony's sister's. I'll be bringing this and Anthony will be bringing this. Yum!
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