said a sweet, angelic voice. I tried hard to fully open my eyes. “Where am I?” I asked. I could see white textured ceiling tiles from the bed I was lying in. Turning my head to the left I noticed the IV line running from the clear fluid bag into the vein on the top of my left hand. “You’re at the clinic. I’m Nurse Gloria Pettit.” She stopped talking for a moment while she took my blood pressure. The heavyset nurse with a light-brown pixie haircut wore a short-sleeved white polyester scrub top with a matching white polyester skirt. I couldn’t see her feet, but presumed she had on white leather, comfortable shoes. She pushed a button on the adjustable bed and raised my head several inches. “You gave everyone quite a scare yesterday.” Now fully awake, I said, “Yesterday? How long have I been here?” “Let’s see.” Gloria looked at her white leather watch.
