Whut?

Four point restraints. Gown ripped off = naked patient. Straining to sit up and yelling. Unaccompanied by any staff. Parked in OUR hallway by the ER staff so we can run a CT.

Tell me again why you can't understand how a CT scan is impossible?

(You know, other than the obvious - that patients need to LIE STILL for these things.)

Or, please, why you think I'm the idiot?

Enter the recently learned coping mechanism these busy days - loosely defined as ... "As long as I know I'm right, I don't care what YOU think. And I get to wear scrubs for work! No more ironing! It's all good!"

It works, too. Quite well.

Besides, 365 days ago, I quit smoking. And four days from now, I'll be in Australia. HA!

I win..

But jeez, it's gotta be time to go home now? This place is MADness.

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Whoa. I totally forgot what I was gonna say because that dog's eyeball in the following post kinda freaked me out.

Whoa.