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Decompression
20 October 2007 07:58Tradionally we would drink. Bloody Mary's was the choice-perfect for 0730 a.m.
With a constant revolving door, the core drunks disparsed on other units/differnt trips-and drinking alone is sign of a problem-at least if one is caught in public.
Therefore I decompress at home. Sometimes to a movie, other times in artwork, or good ole masterbation works as well.
Last night would of sucked if it wasn't for the group of competent nurses, and strategic staffing. Still by the break of morning, I still contemplated putting "DON'T FUCK WITH ME" on my t-shirt. "Don't fuck with the Lords of Hell" would of taken up way to much space.
At least I have the backing of the residents-the old timers that I have worked with for years. They know not to fuck with me, and that I will get the job done. Although Dr. Utter is still somewhat on my shit list...he needs to keep a better leash on his resident, cause that boy needs some hand holding, and I'm not about to give it to him.
Fuck Dr. D invited me to the neurosurgery bar-mitzfah-soltice-holiday, don't call it CHristmas, brew-ha-ha, and that, I must try to attend. I wonder if my Bob Mackie Sequin would be too garrish.. what do you think?
With a constant revolving door, the core drunks disparsed on other units/differnt trips-and drinking alone is sign of a problem-at least if one is caught in public.
Therefore I decompress at home. Sometimes to a movie, other times in artwork, or good ole masterbation works as well.
Last night would of sucked if it wasn't for the group of competent nurses, and strategic staffing. Still by the break of morning, I still contemplated putting "DON'T FUCK WITH ME" on my t-shirt. "Don't fuck with the Lords of Hell" would of taken up way to much space.
At least I have the backing of the residents-the old timers that I have worked with for years. They know not to fuck with me, and that I will get the job done. Although Dr. Utter is still somewhat on my shit list...he needs to keep a better leash on his resident, cause that boy needs some hand holding, and I'm not about to give it to him.
Fuck Dr. D invited me to the neurosurgery bar-mitzfah-soltice-holiday, don't call it CHristmas, brew-ha-ha, and that, I must try to attend. I wonder if my Bob Mackie Sequin would be too garrish.. what do you think?
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