Excitement in the E.R.
Hey ... I'm on the old lady's computer because suddenly both my Firefox browser and IE7 stopped working. I don't know what the fuck the problem is. I can get and send mail, IM and other programs that require it can access the internet but my browsers don't work. I'm gonna reinstall Windows ... again and try and fix it.
In the meantime I'll leave you with a look at a typical night at Danna's work. In case you don't know, she works as an admissions/insurance/billing clerk during the 3-11 p.m. shift in the emergency room of a local hospital. The other night I pulled up to get her at about 11:10 p.m. I wasn't there three minutes when suddenly this guy in a hospital johnnie literally busts through the door and starts hauling ass down the road. About 5 seconds later, two local cops bust out and start hauling ass after him. He had been arrested for domestic violence, was drunk and cut his arm during the fight. I guess the cops took their eyes off him for a second and he decided he had an appointment somewhere that he needed to get to ... quickly. Needless to say, the cops came back about five minutes later, hauling the dude back in handcuffs. I bet they kept a closer eye on him from then on.
There were two other drunks in there that had gotten into a fight. They were talking smack back and forth and when drunken wife beater showed up, he decided to make it a three-way trash talk. Nothing came of that, but it couldn't have been pleasant to be around.
Finally, there was a drunk that was riding an ATV and ran into a tree. He came in with head injuries and that may account for what happened next. Danna went in to see if she couldn't get him to sign some paperwork. She told me the room stank to high heaven. She didn't know if it was the alcohol and the blood or if the dude just needed a bath real bad. She got him to sign the papers and went home. The next day, a coworker told her that the dude had taken a shit in the trashcan, wiped his ass with the sheet, turned it around and put it back on the bed and crawled back into bed on that. No WONDER it smelled like shit in there.
It may not be digging ditches, but I'm glad it's her doing that and not me. I gotta go and start my reinstallation ... again. Hope to talk to you soon. MERRY CHRISTMAS, Ya'll!
Comments
Hmmm, life's underbelly. That's not a job I would want.
Hope you get your computer sorted out soon.
Posted by: Seamus | December 16, 2007 9:05 AM
eewwwww. i hope you were extra good to her when she got home that night. 3-11 sounds like it is prime drunk time. ugh!
Posted by: lime | December 16, 2007 9:45 AM
Damn that sounds like a book to write.
Posted by: ole blue | December 16, 2007 9:59 AM
Hmmm ... drunk locals acting crazy. Doesn't raise my "weird-o-meter." Not around here anyway! Hope you cooked her a good meal or at least snack that night. She deserved it!
Posted by: rose_michelle | December 18, 2007 9:56 PM
Hey Baby, how ya been? You have a new girl?
Hope all is well with you.
{{muah}}
Posted by: Zoely | December 19, 2007 2:25 PM