He was wearing a bracelet of brown wooden beads while he slowly guided me through my health screening. My blood had enough oxygen in it; my temperature was neither too low or too high; I could read the smallest line of print without too much trouble (except for that 3, or was it an 8?); my blood pressure was the textbook 120 over 80.
He took a phone call while jotting down notes in my record. He put the call on speaker. He and another man were speaking a different language together. He gave the other man a telephone number. For a Catholic priest, I gathered. For someone on life support.
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