Writer's Block: Listening In
Jan. 24th, 2009 11:54 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
One time J. wasn't feeling well and we ended up in the emergency room (it was just a weird reaction to some food, he bloated up but they gave him IV Pepcid and he was fine). There was this old fart in the next cubicle that would not shut up about how he refused to go home, the hospital was awful, he hadn't had a bowel movement in three days, where the hell is that nurse, why can't I see a doctor, blahblahblah. So this nurse comes along with the biggest damn IV bag I have EVER seen with an enema syringe attached, and goes into the guys cubicle, and he's still bitching:
"Well why the hell hasn't someone come in here to hook me up to a machine? Where's the doctor, have you called my regular doctor? It's too cold in here, and...HUH! HEY! URRRF!"
Blessed silence.
One time J. wasn't feeling well and we ended up in the emergency room (it was just a weird reaction to some food, he bloated up but they gave him IV Pepcid and he was fine). There was this old fart in the next cubicle that would not shut up about how he refused to go home, the hospital was awful, he hadn't had a bowel movement in three days, where the hell is that nurse, why can't I see a doctor, blahblahblah. So this nurse comes along with the biggest damn IV bag I have EVER seen with an enema syringe attached, and goes into the guys cubicle, and he's still bitching:
"Well why the hell hasn't someone come in here to hook me up to a machine? Where's the doctor, have you called my regular doctor? It's too cold in here, and...HUH! HEY! URRRF!"
Blessed silence.