The one resthome resident who's been wanting to die is still alive, and when I got back from having a number of weeks off, I told her that I was actually surprised to still see her here.
(To tell you the truth, I actually kind of was.)
At that, she tightened her lips and grimaced and shook her head slowly, almost as if she would be upset about it but what she thinks about it really doesn't matter and wouldn't affect things anyhow, so she doesn't even bother to get frustrated about it anymore.
Then, she told me in her slow halting voice, that her doctor set up with her an appointment for like two months from now.
"I hope not," she was like.
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