Lookin' Better Every Beer
I finish checking on all the plastics patients for the day and I yawn tiredly as I walk out of Mrs. Mitchell's room. As I head towards the locker room, I remember that I need to go and check in with Aubrey and see if she needs any more help for the day so I turn back on myself, heading towards plastics. I can't find her anywhere so I assume she's in surgery and I head back to the locker room.
I change out of my scrubs and page Aubrey again; I don't want to leave her here with no way of getting home. We didn't manage to move her out of that seedy motel yesterday and although it's not late yet, it's not looking too good this evening either. I decide to check the board and it tells me that she won't be out of surgery for another hour and a half at least so I text her and tell her I'm at Joe's.
I head over there and grab myself a beer. Exactly what I need after being on plastics for the day without any surgeries and more paperwork than I've ever seen before.
I change out of my scrubs and page Aubrey again; I don't want to leave her here with no way of getting home. We didn't manage to move her out of that seedy motel yesterday and although it's not late yet, it's not looking too good this evening either. I decide to check the board and it tells me that she won't be out of surgery for another hour and a half at least so I text her and tell her I'm at Joe's.
I head over there and grab myself a beer. Exactly what I need after being on plastics for the day without any surgeries and more paperwork than I've ever seen before.