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Nuisance

I've been listening to Clash of Kings for about a week. I should be finished but I keep falling asleep and not able to find my ending place. As a result, I heard the same part over and over again. Sheesh! I miss being able to function independently.

I'm cold once again alone in my private ICU room. I was warm enough 20 minutes ago when I was being readied for bed. The outside temperature must be plummeting considering the icy fingers reaching from the window wall. Sounds like a nice room, huh? I wish there was a view but I only see the building next door. Going to have to use my call button soon but I hate being a nuisance. There are people who have a shot at life in here.

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