With Public Health in the building, I can't prop my door open..My closet of an office is unbearably hot, humid and stinky (someone pooped in the hallway..)..I feel like a caged monkey in the zoo. My office plant sprouted, my stash of chocolate has melted...GET ME OUT OF HERE !!!!!..
here's some brain droppings before I have a meltdown..
-MD order, found on chart today: 50 ml brandy every Wednesday with dinner
-heavily accented voice mail greeting: "leave your messes..I go back"
-flashback: tour guy in Dominica, passing by a cemetery :"dead people live here"
-a flamboyantly gay nursing home activities director in AX shirt that has "EXPLODE" written all over it..
and for the drum-roll...
-from the list of Medicare-approved diagnoses (seriously, word-to-word): "suicide by a paintball gun"
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