HIPAA DISCLAIMER

HIPAA DISCLAIMER

Writings in this space are purely fictional and have no resemblance to real patients or their families.There is no hospital such as the one talked about, it's a combination off all the hospitals I've worked in. The scenarios described are all made up from TV shows like House and Dr. Gee. Most of the scenarios described are are from dreams that I had the night before and then embellished upon. If you think that you know me, you probably don't because I'm not a real nurse, I only play one in the schizophrenic delusions that I'm being medicated for. I don't work in a hospital and never have, regardless of what else it says on this blog full of bald-faced lies.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Little Miss Snark


Okay, who heated up last nights fish in the microwave? Now the whole place smells like Bush Gardens is hosting a chlamydia clinic.

And while I'm at it, next time the sign on the bathroom door says OUT OF ORDER, don't go in there and see a man about a dog. Thanks to you, nobody can eat in the break room until they call the plumber, and that won't be until Monday.

And bitch please, quit wearing that nasty perfume to work. You really think that shit smells good to sick people, let alone your co-workers who have to put up with it?

Bleh: It's one of those days.
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