musings from inside an examination room
so I severely strained an abdominal muscle at work and have been sitting in the examination room at boston medical center for the past 4 hours. I'm not totally sure I am allowed to use this computer but like my old man says, "if you aren't sure if you are or are not allowed to do something, do it until you get yelled at."
how come they don't keep a healthy supply of vicodin right here so I can entertain myself?
how do I read my blood pressure using the dowhacky bulb thing on the wall?
can I fill my pockets with alcohol swabs and tongue depressors?
is .9% sodium chloride irrigation delicious?
what the hell does cytology mean?
can I keep the hospital johnny thing they make you wear?
can I leave soon? preferably with a prescription for something fun?
thats new hampshire as fuck
We ain't eager to be legal, so please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle.
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