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black box blog from a code-3 medusa
Now that I can't play in traffic anymore, I stand with my nose pressed against the glass of the ambulance bay doors in the Meth Central Med Center ER, where I start IVs and humor grouchy nurses and make beds and splint broken appendages and do CPR and occasionally even save somebody's life. And that's in my spare time. Otherwise, I'm sleeping. Or parenting. Or mucking around in the dirt and playing with flowers, or painting, or sculpting, or skateboarding, or whatever else my little mind takes a liking to. I still drive code 3, though. Just without the lights and sirens.
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- catfight in the ER
- how to pay karmically out the ass for your next 15...
- mini update
- a few of my favorite things
- what you never, ever want to hear your sweet five ...
- it was a really close shave
- i like throwing myself off mountains
- this is a thing called hope, and it's on the horizon
- overheard. . .
- sometimes, dreams come true
- this is a new one, even for me
- why i am drinking an alcoholic beverage at 0430. ....
- why i am drinking an alcoholic beverage at 0430
- got my coccyx spanked by a mountain
- does not play well with others
- boredom is a chronic disease
- sooooo. . .you may have noticed something different
- there we were, in the congo
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Trench Triage and Master Gardeners
2 comments:
You sure it wasn't Bud Lite, not Butt Lice?
you never know with Miss Diva,do you? But she's uncharacteristically unconcerned that there are bugs on her head. I went nitpicking last night, found one, threw up in my mouth a little, showed her the louse, and you know what she says? "cool."
blech. ewww. grody. ick.
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