Alright, I'm out of patience and this is officially not amusing anymore.

They're handing out what they're calling a cure.  I don't know if it is - I don't care if it is.  I need to my shipment, which I requested from Ceno weeks ago, to get here now.  I want to know why it's not here and i want to know who's responsible for that fact and I want ( Read more... )

Alright, I need someone with at least some basic medical knowledge to do something for me.

I may or may not need an unbiased opinion on whether or not I have a concussion.  I think I might.  Just a little one.

In theory, Valentine's Day is a really nice holiday: you tell the people you love that you do, you give candy to strangers, you enjoy a glorious eighteen-hour sugar high and then it's back to business as usual.

In execution, however, I find it in desperate need of drastic repair.  For one, if I have to pick up one more bit of pink and red foil off ( Read more... )

I overslept by FOUR HOURS yesterday, FOUR HOURS, and it is entirely your fault, Naruto.  This is just completely unacceptable and cannot be allowed to continue - I don't care how "bushy-tailed" I look, there's no excuse for a lax in personal behavior to interfere with my work.

Even if nobody was there.

Because somebody could have been there and ( Read more... )

Alright, class, I'd like to make something abundantly clear:

IT IS NOT A DOCTOR'S COSTUME.  And those scalpels?  Those are real, too.  So keep the hands and witty comments to yourself.  Thank you.

And if one more person attempts to "wipe the paint off my cheek" I'm going to dislocate their finger.  I can do that, you know.  Easily.  (The trick is to ( Read more... )

There is officially a ration on coffee.  My life is a festering pit.

The rain is maybe the single worst thing that could've happened.  The wetness is making everything rot and swell.  People have been coming in with sores and infections and wet coughs.  Liquid in their lungs.  And I'm almost out of medicine - even the basic, like sterile syringes ( Read more... )

A mother brought her son to the clinic yesterday, tried to convince me that he needed to stay overnight for observation, just so that it was guaranteed that he would eat that night. I had to explain to her - to try to explain because how could I, really  - that I couldn't do that.  That I can't allow the clinic to become some sort of shelter, ( Read more... )

I've begun a massive cleaning overhaul at the clinic. In addition to a completely ineffectual filing system that creates far more organization difficulties than it solves, the building itself seems to have acquired an air of...uncleanliness when I wasn't paying attention. There's dirt stuck in between tile, dust behind cabinets, blankets are worn ( Read more... )

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I went to this bar right on the Cena/Celo border last night.  A nice little throw-back of a joint, with crackling speakers and a wooden bar with about two inches of glaze on it.  The bartender knows me (his son got a bad flu a few years back), and so he asks me, "How are the patients, Doc?"

You want to know how the patients are?

UNGRATEFUL, ( Read more... )