I want a grocery store in our apartment building. Then I'd never have to leave except for medical BS. Everyone here says "Hi" or "Hello" when they meet you in the hallway. Everyone here is carrying some huge cross. Everyone is willing to help one another. I've met some people here who have blown my mind. I want a little cart to drive around the hallways in. With the drop in my kidney function, maybe my nephrologist would OK one for me. I'd spend all day running around the halls, challenging other scooter drivers to drag races. I'd modify mine. I don't know much about electronics, but the internet can teach me. I'd get a huge boombox mounted on it and blast rap music as I cruise by. Maybe if we get enough scooters in here, we can get our own police force.
Well, I can dream, can't I?
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I can see you having the scooter races and rigging yours up.
I'm going to ask my nephrologist on Wednesday if he'd OK one for me. If not, I'm asking my primary care man. Screw it. I'm old, I have CKD, I get extremely tired at times. When I walk to get the mail, I have to sit down once or twice.
Your order at the scooter store awaits you.
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