I've been feeling sort of bad lately! I have totally neglected our Suicide models. I don't take the time anymore to even figure out which ones are new? This could maybe be attributed to the fact that there are way to many girls to keep track of. This has all been brought up because I've noticed that the girls at the top of my profile page have never been changed. Beautiful as they are - it's time for something new.
Friday night I was hoping to come home, grab a pint, (I've been craving Guinness like a bastard lately) and post until my heart was content. Instead I end up spending five fucking hours in an emergency room, wearing an N-95 surgical mask and being told to constantly wash my hands. Our hospitals are currently on lock down, due to the recent S.A.R.S outbreak. My girl was having a difficult time with a rather minor problem, meaning no blood or broken bones involved! We waited from 11:00pm till 4:00am in a small room with a couple other patients. All we needed was two pills so she could actually sleep the night, and a prescription filled so we could pick up the remaining medication in the morning. No help for five hours.
Those fucking nurses and doctors saunder around like their lost! This is not an exaggeration at all. If I moved half as slow at my job, they wouldn't even give me time to gather my shit up and leave. Some one would throw me out!
I got up and changed the channel at 3:00am in the emergency room to a program we have on Much Music called the Wedge. I think it was a Fugazi video that eventually drove the remaining few out of the emergency room.
This gave my girl a quick chuckle - She could still smile for me, so I knew it wouldn't be long before she was feeling better.
Friday night I was hoping to come home, grab a pint, (I've been craving Guinness like a bastard lately) and post until my heart was content. Instead I end up spending five fucking hours in an emergency room, wearing an N-95 surgical mask and being told to constantly wash my hands. Our hospitals are currently on lock down, due to the recent S.A.R.S outbreak. My girl was having a difficult time with a rather minor problem, meaning no blood or broken bones involved! We waited from 11:00pm till 4:00am in a small room with a couple other patients. All we needed was two pills so she could actually sleep the night, and a prescription filled so we could pick up the remaining medication in the morning. No help for five hours.
Those fucking nurses and doctors saunder around like their lost! This is not an exaggeration at all. If I moved half as slow at my job, they wouldn't even give me time to gather my shit up and leave. Some one would throw me out!
I got up and changed the channel at 3:00am in the emergency room to a program we have on Much Music called the Wedge. I think it was a Fugazi video that eventually drove the remaining few out of the emergency room.
This gave my girl a quick chuckle - She could still smile for me, so I knew it wouldn't be long before she was feeling better.
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ps - JOURNAL, I mean. Journal, post, thread, so many terms to memorize...
[Edited on Apr 29, 2003]