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- Mood:
hopeful
I was reading the surg path report on my patient who is s/p open chole...she had 13 stones.
:P
At least someone thought of you today!
Luv ya!!!
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- Mood: silly
OOGY. :)))
When Oogy was four months old and weighed thirty five pounds he was tied to a stake and used as bait for a Pit Bull. The left side of his face from just behind his eye was torn off, including his ear. He was bitten so hard a piece of his jaw bone was crushed. Afterward, he was thrown into a cage and left to bleed to death.
I am not a religious man, but I can only conclude that at that moment God turned around and paid attention. The police raided the facility, found Oogy, and took him to Ardmore Animal Hospital , where Dr. Bianco stitched him up and saved him.
Life goes out one door and in another. "This is one of the happiest dogs I've ever met" Dr. Bianco said. "I can't imagine what he'd be like if half his face hadn't been ripped off." Then, Dr. B said, "I am not going to tell you the things this dog has been through". Dr. B's assistant, Diane, took Oogy into her home for several weeks to foster him and make sure he was safe and to crate-train him.
Dr. B thought Oogy was a Pit or Pit-mix and would get to be about 45 pounds. By the time of his first checkup, Oogy weighed 70 pounds. When we walked in the door for the visit, one of the women who works at AAH exclaimed, "That's a Dogo!" I asked, "What's a Dogo?" She said, "I'm not sure."
Oogy hated the crate, and would bark and bark whenever we put him in. This puzzled me because I had been told by people with crate-trained dogs that their pets love the crate and feel secure in its confines. When Oogy was about eight months old, we hired a trainer who also happened to be an animal "whisperer". We introduced her to Oogy and she sat on the floor for a full five minutes talking to him. We could not hear a word she said. When the trainer lifted her head her eyes were brimming with tears. "Oogy wants you to know" she said "how much he appreciates the love and respect you have shown him." Then she asked about his routine. I started by showing her where he slept in the crate. She said immediately, "You have to get him out of that box". "Why?" "Because he associates being in a box with having his ear ripped off." It was a smack-myself-in-the-forehead moment. Oogy never went back in.
Given what Oogy endured and what he is bred for, people are constantly astonished that he loves animals and people as much as he does. Walking with Oogy is like walking with a mayoral candidate. He has to meet everyone. A number of people we encountered in the neighborhood early on told me they were afraid of Oogy because when they would walk or jog by the house, Oogy would bark at them and trot parallel to them, and given his size and looks... But everyone falls in love with Oogy. By the end of their initial encounter they are rubbing, petting, even kissing him on the nose. Oogy kisses them back. Because of the way he looks, when people meet him for the first time they almost always ask if he is safe. I tell them, "Well, he has licked two people to death."
An essential part of this story is the fact that AAH has never taken a dime in payment for anything they have done for Oogy. I never asked them for such an arrangement. When I went to pay the first bill I was told, "Oogy's a no-pay." I never asked why this is. Oogy is their dog. We are just lucky enough to look after him. Because some of his jaw bone was removed in the initial surgery, some of Oogy's lower left lip droops and a repository for dust and dirt. It is second nature to us to pull the detritus off his lip when we sit next to him. One day I told my sons that when they tell their children about Oogy, they will remember this routine act of kindness. I think that, on some level, every day we try to atone for what happened to him.
When I related that story to Dr. B he said, "But we already knew that."
Oogy's name is a derivative. The first day I was told we could adopt him I was thinking, "This is one ugly dog." But we couldn't call him "Ugly." Then I went to a variation of that from my youth, "Oogly," and his name followed immediately. Two years after we named him we learned that Oogy is the name of the Ghost Dog in the film, "The Nightmare Before Christmas".
This is not inappropriate.
On a recent Saturday afternoon Oogy was curled up on the couch asleep, his head in my lap, and I was thinking about his life is now as opposed to the way his life had been before. Would he have sensed he was dying? Was he conscious when the police put him on a rubber sheet and took him to the Ardmore Animal Hospital ? Oogy went to sleep in a world of terror and searing pain and awoke surrounded by angels in white coats who were k ind to him, who stroked him gently and talked softly to him. Instead of people who baited and beat and kicked him, he was surrounded with healing mercies.
I realized then that Oogy probably did not know he had not died and gone to heaven. So I told him. I said, "Listen pal. It only gets better after this."
This incredible dog now lives on the Main Line with his adoptive family, Larry and Jennifer and their twin sons, Noah and Dan. Noah and Dan are pictured here in the above photograph with Oogy. Main Line Animal Rescue would like to thank Larry, Oogy's proud father, for sharing his story and helping us educate people to the horrors of dog fighting.
I am not a religious man, but I can only conclude that at that moment God turned around and paid attention. The police raided the facility, found Oogy, and took him to Ardmore Animal Hospital , where Dr. Bianco stitched him up and saved him.
This coincided with the last weekend of life for our cat, Buzzy, who was 14 at the time. My sons and I had taken Buzzy to AAH for his last visit. The staff had gathered Buzzy in when out comes this pup that looked like nothing more than a gargoyle. He covered us with kisses. The boys and I fell instantly in love with him.
Life goes out one door and in another. "This is one of the happiest dogs I've ever met" Dr. Bianco said. "I can't imagine what he'd be like if half his face hadn't been ripped off." Then, Dr. B said, "I am not going to tell you the things this dog has been through". Dr. B's assistant, Diane, took Oogy into her home for several weeks to foster him and make sure he was safe and to crate-train him.
Once Oogy came into our house, for my sons, then 12, it was like having a little brother. Whatever they did and wherever they went, there was Oogy. Oogy had to get involved in whatever the lads were doing. He became known as The Third Twin.
Dr. B thought Oogy was a Pit or Pit-mix and would get to be about 45 pounds. By the time of his first checkup, Oogy weighed 70 pounds. When we walked in the door for the visit, one of the women who works at AAH exclaimed, "That's a Dogo!" I asked, "What's a Dogo?" She said, "I'm not sure."
We went on line and learned that the Dogo Argentina is bred in Argentina to hunt mountain lion and boar. Oogy can run about 30 miles an hour, all four legs off the ground like a Greyhound. His leg muscles are so strong that, when he sits, his butt is a half-inch off the ground. Dogos hunt in packs. Dogos hurl themselves against their prey and swarm it.
Oogy has a neck like a fire hydrant to protect him when he closes on his prey. He is built like a Pit Bull on steroids, with white fur as soft as butter and black freckles. Fully grown, Oogy is 85 pounds of solid muscle, but he does not know this and sits on us. He absolutely craves physical contact. He is full of kisses and chuffs like a steam engine when he is happy. He has a heart as big as all outdoors. One of the traits of the breed is that they fully accept anyone their family does. It is not unusual to come home and find three teenagers on the floor playing a video game and Oogy sprawled across their laps like some living boa.
Oogy hated the crate, and would bark and bark whenever we put him in. This puzzled me because I had been told by people with crate-trained dogs that their pets love the crate and feel secure in its confines. When Oogy was about eight months old, we hired a trainer who also happened to be an animal "whisperer". We introduced her to Oogy and she sat on the floor for a full five minutes talking to him. We could not hear a word she said. When the trainer lifted her head her eyes were brimming with tears. "Oogy wants you to know" she said "how much he appreciates the love and respect you have shown him." Then she asked about his routine. I started by showing her where he slept in the crate. She said immediately, "You have to get him out of that box". "Why?" "Because he associates being in a box with having his ear ripped off." It was a smack-myself-in-the-forehead moment. Oogy never went back in.
Given what Oogy endured and what he is bred for, people are constantly astonished that he loves animals and people as much as he does. Walking with Oogy is like walking with a mayoral candidate. He has to meet everyone. A number of people we encountered in the neighborhood early on told me they were afraid of Oogy because when they would walk or jog by the house, Oogy would bark at them and trot parallel to them, and given his size and looks... But everyone falls in love with Oogy. By the end of their initial encounter they are rubbing, petting, even kissing him on the nose. Oogy kisses them back. Because of the way he looks, when people meet him for the first time they almost always ask if he is safe. I tell them, "Well, he has licked two people to death."
For the first year and a half of his life, part of Oogy's face was normal and the other part looked like a burn victim's. People who saw him in passing could not grasp the duality. As Oogy grew, the scar tissue spread. He could not close his left eye, so it wept constantly; his lip was pulled up and back. Dr. B said Oogy was in constant pain. So, in January 2005, Dr. B. rebuilt Oogy's face. When all the scar tissue was removed, there was a hole in Oogy's head the size of a softball. After removing the scar tissue, Dr. B took grafts and pulled the flaps together and sewed Oogy back up. Now Oogy has a hairline scar, but other than that looks just like any normal one-eared dog.
An essential part of this story is the fact that AAH has never taken a dime in payment for anything they have done for Oogy. I never asked them for such an arrangement. When I went to pay the first bill I was told, "Oogy's a no-pay." I never asked why this is. Oogy is their dog. We are just lucky enough to look after him.
Last summer Oogy had ACL surgery; his body ultimately rejected the steel plates and developed an infection so his leg had to be opened up a second time and the plates removed. When I went to pick him up following the second surgery, the Technician who brought Oogy out said, "This is a great dog, I really love him." I said, "Yep, we're lucky to have him". The Tech looked at me and said, "No, you don't understand. I see hundreds of dogs each week, and every once in awhile there is a special one. And you have him."
When I related that story to Dr. B he said, "But we already knew that."
Oogy's name is a derivative. The first day I was told we could adopt him I was thinking, "This is one ugly dog." But we couldn't call him "Ugly." Then I went to a variation of that from my youth, "Oogly," and his name followed immediately. Two years after we named him we learned that Oogy is the name of the Ghost Dog in the film, "The Nightmare Before Christmas".
This is not inappropriate.
On a recent Saturday afternoon Oogy was curled up on the couch asleep, his head in my lap, and I was thinking about his life is now as opposed to the way his life had been before. Would he have sensed he was dying? Was he conscious when the police put him on a rubber sheet and took him to the Ardmore Animal Hospital ? Oogy went to sleep in a world of terror and searing pain and awoke surrounded by angels in white coats who were k ind to him, who stroked him gently and talked softly to him. Instead of people who baited and beat and kicked him, he was surrounded with healing mercies.
I realized then that Oogy probably did not know he had not died and gone to heaven. So I told him. I said, "Listen pal. It only gets better after this."
This incredible dog now lives on the Main Line with his adoptive family, Larry and Jennifer and their twin sons, Noah and Dan. Noah and Dan are pictured here in the above photograph with Oogy. Main Line Animal Rescue would like to thank Larry, Oogy's proud father, for sharing his story and helping us educate people to the horrors of dog fighting.
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- Mood: tired
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- Mood: sore
"We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else."
- Tom Stoppard
I considered having a 'friending frenzy', but then thought better of it. Maybe someday. I'm just not at a good time in my life right now to be accepting of people, especially when so few are accepting of me.
Update on the crap in my life...fire damage still not repaired, still trying to find a contractor to come and give me an estimate. Layoffs complete, and I really no longer want to be a nurse any longer. Doctors are all a bunch of retarded idiots and nurses are a bunch of backstabbing bitches. For the stupid men who always ask stupid questions, NO, I'm not dating anyone and really have no inclination to date anyone. Do not ask me my opinion on men right now, because if you're a man, you will not like it. I'm supposed to go to Houston today to fill out paperwork for a job I really don't want, it's cold, my shoulder and my leg hurt, and I have to start cooking for tomorrow. I'm not in the mood for a drive to NW Houston in pre-holiday traffic and I really hate Houston anyway.
I think I'll go back to bed.
- Mood:
apathetic
lmao...what a bunch of fucktards.
http://community.livejournal.com/stupidp
It's a bitchfest a minute! These people troll craigslist and other giveaway sites, PHOTO sites, blogs, etc., looking for people to degrade. They just crack me up.
Cats carry bacteria, and everyone knows bacteria can be harmful to everyone. My macaw used to groom my cats (the cats loved it). Birds also carry bacteria that can be harmful, even to cats! Cats even carry bacteria that is harmful to other cats!
And no...I'm not Obama's love child. I was having a nightmare. :P
LMAO!!! That insane penguin chick banned someone else! For an ACTUAL violation at that!
- Mood: amused
1. Don't miss the boat.
2. Remember that we are all in the same boat.
3. Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
4. Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
5. Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
6. Build your future on high ground.
7. For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
8. Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
9. When you're stressed, float a while.
10. Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
11. No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.
http://bluesgirly.livejournal.com/154600.h
- Mood: hopeful
http://community.livejournal.com/stupidp
( It's all under here... )
- Location:At the PUPPY MILL!!!
- Mood: amused
- Music:Who Let The Dogs Out
1. What is your occupation right now?
I am a registered nurse, currently on leave/in limbo due to the damage Hurricane Ike caused to my hospital.
2. What colour are your socks right now?
I'm barefoot.
3. What are you listening to right now?
the sound of the ceiling fan, my fingers clicking on the keyboard, and Callie's tags jingling and she runs around the house.
4. What was the last thing that you ate?
I don't remember...a tootsie roll pop I think, while I was reading in bed last night.
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Oh hell yeah, I can drive a stick, a three on a tree, and an 18 wheeler.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
I don't remember, either my mom or a bill collector calling me about a third-party hospital charge that should have been paid last Feb.
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
No one sent it to me, I ganked it from
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ayoub .8. How old are you today?
Guess...right now I feel older than I am, but usually people tell me I look much younger. Stress really sucks.
10. What is your favourite drink?
Depends on if we're talking alcoholic or non.
11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Isn't all hair dead? lmao
12. Favourite food?
Thai!
13. What is the last movie you watched?
Get Smart
14. Favourite day of the year?
I'm not sure I really have a favorite.
15. How do you vent anger?
Usually by running my mouth, and if I can't do that, I end up crying.
16. What was your favourite toy as a child?
My mini VW Bug that Daddy got me. He also bought a working locomotive engine that I just loved, the lights worked and it blew smoke from the stack.
17. What is your favourite season?
Spring and Autumn.
18. Cherries or Blueberries?
I like them both, but as far as blueberries, I prefer wild over cultivated.
19. Do you want your friends to
Have at it if you will.
20. Who is the most likely to respond?
No idea.
21. Who is least likely to respond?
Again, no idea...probably everyone...lol
22. Living arrangements?
With my kids and animals.
23. When was the last time you cried?
Yesterday...my book was sad.
24. What is on the floor of your closet?
Shoes, boxes, I dunno.
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to?
No one...I'm not sending it to anyone.
26. What did you do last night?
Watched a movie with my son and read a book (well, finished one and started another).
27. What are you most afraid of?
Dying alone.
28. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburger?
Cheese...unless it's a Tookie's Bean Burger. I wonder if they're going to open Tookie's back up, it was pretty badly damaged in the hurricane.
29. Favourite dog breed?
I love most dogs...I have a Pomeranian, recently lost my Dachshund (he was such a good puppy), and I like Shelties, Sheepdogs, Mastiffs, Boxers, Bassets...I just love dogs.
30. Favourite day of the week?
Saturday.
31. How many states have you lived in?
Two.
32. Diamonds or pearls?
Pearls are my birthstone, and I have many. Diamonds aren't bad, I have them too.
33. What is your favourite flower?
Orchids and Hibiscus...and passionflowers, and clematis, and mandevilla, and jasmine...
- Mood:
awake
And here I was upset because my son's second grade homework consisted of worksheets on Obama and McCain accompanied by booklets on each candidate. Obama's appeared glorifying while McCain's seemed rather discriminatory. What 'service to the people' has Obama accomplished in his three years in the Senate? His wife is a lawyer...so what? That makes him 'the man for the job'? John's been divorced...and? Who hasn't? Oh, I'm sorry, Obama hasn't. Has he? What does Cindy McCain's ties to her father's beer fortune have to do with John's ability to manage the country? Each booklet included a paragraph on the vice presidential candiates as well; Biden's spoke of his 'service to the people' (huh?) and Palin's only spoke of her desire to drill Alaskan oil.
Geez.
These are second-graders. I don't think they really give a rats ass about who's running for president at this moment in time.
I'm all for Cindy McCain and the beer...party on doods.
- Mood:
cynical
I love my Ham. And yes, his wife knows...lol
He's got to be the cutest damn blues man I know and his wife is a fruitcake but I luvs her anyway!
OOPS...I almost forgot. The red box guitar he's playing in the video was handmade by Bo Diddley and given to Ham as a gift about five years ago. It's one of his most prized possessions and he's been travelling with it since Bo died.
Someone sent this to me, I don't want to say who it was, I'm sure she'd rather I didn't reveal her sn. But thanks!!! I so needed a laugh today!
http://houston.craigslist.org/rnr/778283
Clicky the cut to read...it's hilarious, and it sounds just like him. Poor poor girl, I feel so sorry for her. (And no, I didn't write it.)
*snort*
- Mood: giggly
- Post 3 things you've done in your lifetime that you don't think anybody else on your friends list has done.
- See if anybody else responds with "I've done that."
- Have your friends cut & paste this into their journal to see what unique things they've done in their life.
( Mine here )
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien (more times than I can remember)
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (couple of times)
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte (so...dark)
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott (six or seven times)
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (Sonnets, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Macbeth, Twelfth Night, The Tempest)
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier (about 6 times)
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien (probably a dozen times)
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell (so much the book fell apart)
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (Yes, I did, ONCE)
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (4 or 5 times...and to my kids)
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (I have the collection and have read it several times)
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis (uh, isn't that part of The Chronicles?)
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne (many many times)
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving (this is probably the only John Irving book I haven't read)
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery (twice I think)
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy (I read part of this but didn't finish)
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding (in the seventh grade, probably 3 times)
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville (such a boring book)
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens (2 or 3 times)
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker (many many times)
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett (maybe 3 or 4 times)
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (too many times)
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White (a constant repeat throughout my childhood)
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams (and the sequel "Tales from Watership Down", so many many times)
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare (Yes, I thought it was funny, and have even read it to my kids)
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl (maybe 3 times)
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
- Mood:blind...lol
You would like to meet the inventor of the call light in a dark alley one night.
You believe not all patients are annoying ... some are unconscious.
Your sense of humor seems to get more "warped" each year.
You know the phone numbers of every late night food delivery place in town by heart.
You can only tell time with a 24 hour clock.
Almost everything can seem humorous ... eventually.
When asked, "What color is the patient's diarrhea?", you show them your shoes.
Every time you walk, you make a rattling noise because of all the scissors and clamps in your pockets.
You can tell the pharmacist more about the medicines he is dispensing than he can.
You carry "spare" meds in your pocket rather than wait for pharmacy to deliver.
You refuse to watch ER because it's too much like the real thing and triggers "flash backs".
You check the caller ID when the phone rings on your day off to see if someone from the hospital is trying to call to ask you to work.
You've been telling stories in a restaurant and had someone at another table throw up.
You notice that you use more four letter words now than before you became a nurse.
Every time someone asks you for a pen, you can find at least three of them on you.
You can intubate your friends at parties.
You don't get excited about blood loss ... unless it's your own.
You live by the motto, "To be right is only half the battle, to convince the physician is more difficult."
You've basted your Thanksgiving turkey with a Toomey syringe.
You've told a confused patient your name was that of your coworker and to HOLLER if they need help.
Eating microwave popcorn out a clean bedpan is perfectly natural.
Your bladder can expand to the same size as a Winnebago's water tank.
When checking the level of orientation of a patient, you aren't sure of the answer.
You find yourself checking out other customer's arm veins in grocery waiting lines.
You can sleep soundly at the hospital cafeteria table during dinner break, sitting up and not be embarrassed when you wake up.
You avoid unhealthy looking shoppers in the mall for fear that they'll drop near you and you'll have to do CPR on your day off.
You've sworn you're going to have "NO CODE" tattooed on your chest.
You've seen this a million times and you still think it's true.
- Mood:
anxious
You kinda have to center it to watch...but it just made me bust out laughing. My friend TJ sent it to me. He knew I needed some cheering up...lmao
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