be careful what you say.
it's starts innocently enough. a skilled nurse, one who should knows better, lets the 'q' word slip out. its cleaverly disguised, but the guts of dear old winnipeg scope it out nonetheless. ask an obnoxious patient to please, try to be quiet, others are sleeping (430 am as it were). winnipeg springs to life, musters up the stomache cramp of the century and barfs through your front door. you go from riding out the shift, silently musing about how it is actually, quite suiet, but of course you'd never say it aloud. youve been warned. critically ill people materialize on stretchers from previously healthy sleeps in thier warm at home beds.
one of the day shift nurses asked if i learned anything last night:
1. no matterr how cleaverly disguised, the city's bowels will hear the q-word
2. when winnipeg is barfing all over you, the wards, with their odd, antiquated hatred of the emergenc department will shit all over you. this is as amusing as annoying.
3. dont smoke crack when your an asthmatic.
i got to shout twice in an hour tho, which is always nice. exciting yells "75%" and 'get that cart outta the way!!"
i know i write of nothing but work. all i do is work really, so thats the way it goes. one more night shift and im on 6 weeks of days.
one of the day shift nurses asked if i learned anything last night:
1. no matterr how cleaverly disguised, the city's bowels will hear the q-word
2. when winnipeg is barfing all over you, the wards, with their odd, antiquated hatred of the emergenc department will shit all over you. this is as amusing as annoying.
3. dont smoke crack when your an asthmatic.
i got to shout twice in an hour tho, which is always nice. exciting yells "75%" and 'get that cart outta the way!!"
i know i write of nothing but work. all i do is work really, so thats the way it goes. one more night shift and im on 6 weeks of days.