bottom of what happened. he was cheerful and seemed sorry to have to do this to me. i was grateful for his kindness. he left the room.
a few minutes later, he came back with a small stack of papers in his hand, hand written notes, and printed things. he asked me if i needed anything to drink and i asked for a glass of water. i really could have used a cup of coffee though. they had pulled me from bed and i’m used to at least a couple of cups before i face the day. i was starting to get a caffeine headache. he brought a paper cup of 