So I asked why it took four people to escort me to Liam’s lair each day. I’m a small woman and have no intention of running away in my purple hospital gown. Turns out, it just happened that way this week, and there is no mysterious or medical reason.
One of the young women is an intern in her last semester at school. She drives from Grand Rapids to St. Joseph and back every week day for her hands-on training. And she receives no pay. Today she was the one who “arranged” me on the table under Liam’s watchful eye while someone else brought the requisite warm blanket.
I’ve come to look at these sessions as mini-power naps, and I was almost asleep this afternoon when the light came back on and my “space” was invaded with various technicians. As I went to change, they said – almost in unison – “Have a great weekend.”
Which, I presume, is code for “Hey, you don’t have to come for two days.”
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