I walked into my patient's room and gathered up what was left of his dinner tray.
"Is there anything else I get for you?" I asked before leaving the room.
"Yeah, I think I'd like a cookie," he said.
I glanced at his chart to check which diet the doctor had ordered for him.
"It says here you are diabetic so I actually can't get you a cookie," I sadly replied.
"Does it also say there that I'm 80?" he asked.
I thought about it for a second.
"We have sugar cookies, oatmeal cookies and chocolate chip," I replied.
"I'll take a chocolate chip," he answered with a smile and a nod.
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