The old and the infirmed carry a deck of doctor's appointment cards. When I was taking care of my mom, cards were bursting out of my wallet and the pockets of my jackets. I still find my dad and grandmother's cards though they've both been gone for over fifteen years now.
I suppose when you go to the doctor, you always take a few extra. You figure you're only one call away from safety.
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