We are walking together to the nurses office before lunch, it’s what I have to do. We’re in the hall and I look at you “I think I’m pretty low right now so they’re gonna make me stay and lay down for a while so you can leave while I do that, okay?” I smile softly and we walk into the nurses office. “I’m at 78.” I tell the nurse as I walk up to her desk, leaning over and tapping my fingers on it. Everyone in the nurses office knows me pretty well since I go there 3 times every day.