the turning of the year
I was getting more than a little stircrazy, two weeks into my time on the island (the idea of calling it 'Tabula Rasa' was just entirely too precious for me). The reality of statements people had made had become abundantly clear nearly immediately, that the island liked to fuck with your head and do a damn fine job of it. Two and a half weeks of goddamned Siberia without any distractions, save for Adam and the Arabic, the bookshelf's devoted supply of children's Christmas books, and skeletons of miniature people, and I was about ready to bash my head against the wall.
Hey, that'd give the doctors something to do, at least. Repairing abrasions and monitoring me for a concussion.
There was something I actually needed to do but hadn't gotten around to doing--okay, fine, had been putting off--finding Dr. Beckett to volunteer my services, such as they were. House had made it obvious that diagnostics was too easy to be remotely interesting around here, and it wasn't like anyone got sick all that much anyway. Internal medicine was hard to practice when the most internal anyone got was having babies, and I had hated my OB/GYN rotation with a passion. I just had to practice common courtesy.
I just really wished that after that, there was someone, anyone, who'd be willing to spot me some alcohol or some pot (I'd heard it grew wild, but what are the chances of me showing up during the one time when it didn't) or nearly anything that wouldn't fuck too badly with my head but would help me forget at least some of this. The only good thing was that I didn't have to scrape off the windshield of my car.
Today was pretty warm as far as winter went, and I had gone for a walk in the snow until it started to come down a little more than it had been. It was best to stay active, and to get outside, even if the sudden change had knocked my circadian rhythms for a loop. But much as I was bored, there was no way in hell I wanted to get frostbite in a place like this, and I was back inside soon, trying to get anything besides The Best Christmas Pageant Ever from the bookshelf while the jukebox cheerily let rip with Mannheim Steamroller or Trans-Siberian Orchestra or something, followed by David Bowie singing with Bing Crosby of all people.
It was not exactly inspiring me to good cheer.
"Damn it..."
Though I had seen a hot tub, which would make things a little brighter. Too bad there was no one here to share it with.
Late tags and ST welcome.
Hey, that'd give the doctors something to do, at least. Repairing abrasions and monitoring me for a concussion.
There was something I actually needed to do but hadn't gotten around to doing--okay, fine, had been putting off--finding Dr. Beckett to volunteer my services, such as they were. House had made it obvious that diagnostics was too easy to be remotely interesting around here, and it wasn't like anyone got sick all that much anyway. Internal medicine was hard to practice when the most internal anyone got was having babies, and I had hated my OB/GYN rotation with a passion. I just had to practice common courtesy.
I just really wished that after that, there was someone, anyone, who'd be willing to spot me some alcohol or some pot (I'd heard it grew wild, but what are the chances of me showing up during the one time when it didn't) or nearly anything that wouldn't fuck too badly with my head but would help me forget at least some of this. The only good thing was that I didn't have to scrape off the windshield of my car.
Today was pretty warm as far as winter went, and I had gone for a walk in the snow until it started to come down a little more than it had been. It was best to stay active, and to get outside, even if the sudden change had knocked my circadian rhythms for a loop. But much as I was bored, there was no way in hell I wanted to get frostbite in a place like this, and I was back inside soon, trying to get anything besides The Best Christmas Pageant Ever from the bookshelf while the jukebox cheerily let rip with Mannheim Steamroller or Trans-Siberian Orchestra or something, followed by David Bowie singing with Bing Crosby of all people.
It was not exactly inspiring me to good cheer.
"Damn it..."
Though I had seen a hot tub, which would make things a little brighter. Too bad there was no one here to share it with.
Late tags and ST welcome.