For somebody who just had his belly split open and rinsed, Bruce is doing remarkably well. His spirits are good and he’s more talkative than he’s been in weeks.
At the nursing station I saw a stack of papers, with rubber banks around chunks of it. Since I saw the top section had Bruce’s name on it, I asked if that one was his. “Oh no,” was the reply, “This whole stack is his chart, from the time he was admitted.”
All eleven inches of it.