Today at Grady:
Me: "Everything okay?"
Patient: "Yep. Everythang fine, Miss Manning."
Me: "Okay good. I just noticed that expression on your face."
Patient: "I guess it's 'cause I'm tripping."
Me: "Tripping off of what?"
Patient: "I was just thinking. . like every time I see y'all . . . it seem like you really, truly give a shit about me and whether I live or die."
Me: "I guess that's because we really, truly do."
Me: "Is there something wrong with that?"
Patient: "Naaw. I guess I'm just not used to people in my life giving a shit about much of anything. And especially not about me."
This is Thursday. And this is Grady.