A little pimpage.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me direct your attention to a friend and fellow blogger, Lt. Michael Morse over at Rescuing Providence.

I have come upon many med blogs here in the blogging world, but few have moved me like Michael's has. His writing puts you in his shoes and gives you a glimpse into the range of raw emotions that come with the job. If you enjoy his blog, you really should check out his book. You will not be disappointed.




Oh and Michael, I knew you couldn't stay away. :)

I hate Mondays.

I ran smack dab into doom.

Finished a 9 hour shift at the spa and headed to Wally-World for the makings for chili. Mmmm... chili... Right, so I was chatting with my sister and swung the car door shut and pinned my naughty finger half way in the door. I looked down a watched my keys skitter underneath the car JUST out of reach. The door is locked. So I yanked. And cursed and then cursed some more. And then cursed even more. I called the Lieutenant in hysterics as I climbed back into my car. When I couldn't sit and wait anymore, I headed to Small town ER.

Got me some x-rays, some good natured ribbing and one percoset.

Now I am soaking the blood out through the cauterized hole the nice PA made for me and typing very slowly with my left hand. And enjoying the percoset buzz. And trying to stay awake.

Of course I know you people want to see the carnage, so I will get those to you when I don't feel so loopy.






The percoset has worn off so I finally have the brain power to post this. Here you go. This was shortly after they burnt a nice little vent hole in my nail. Blehck.

Make it go away.

That impending feeling of doom.

Maybe it's the quarter hourly PVCs I'm throwin.

Maybe its low blood sugar.

Maybe it's the fact that I am wathcing My Girl.

Maybe its going to be how it always is and have some horrible, mind-numbingly bad call.



Either way, I just want this feeling to go away. Blehck.

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