Last night, over dinner with a friend, we were talking about the idea of writing up character sheets for ourselves, and what sort of stats we would give each other
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oh! forgotten tidbit from my conversation with the Triage Nurse:
"We have you in our records as living in Belmont." "No, actually, that should be Somerville." "Living on your own?" "Yes." "So no possibility of this being domestic violence." "No, but I would think that two people don't have to live together in order to have a physically abusive relationship." "Yes, but if your partner goes over to your apartment to attack you with a chainsaw, that's not 'domestic violence', that's just good old assault and battery with a side of burglary if they happened to break in."
you ought to remember that I'm the guy who broke his hand while playing golf. I'm probably going to die by having a violent sneeze that somehow snaps my neck.
and, yeah, I went to Cambridge Hospital. I also got taken there after I was hit by a car (which was, like, two weeks after the Vermont crash where I got my face messed up) and I also remember the emergency room guy there was all, "ok, which of these scars, injuries and cuts am I working on right now? 'cause I gotta say, man, your legs are Interesting."
yesterday, I realized that I totally missed an opportunity to call this post The Sassy Sunday Shift.
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"We have you in our records as living in Belmont."
"No, actually, that should be Somerville."
"Living on your own?"
"Yes."
"So no possibility of this being domestic violence."
"No, but I would think that two people don't have to live together in order to have a physically abusive relationship."
"Yes, but if your partner goes over to your apartment to attack you with a chainsaw, that's not 'domestic violence', that's just good old assault and battery with a side of burglary if they happened to break in."
wow. ok.
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and, yeah, I went to Cambridge Hospital. I also got taken there after I was hit by a car (which was, like, two weeks after the Vermont crash where I got my face messed up) and I also remember the emergency room guy there was all, "ok, which of these scars, injuries and cuts am I working on right now? 'cause I gotta say, man, your legs are Interesting."
yesterday, I realized that I totally missed an opportunity to call this post The Sassy Sunday Shift.
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