Next happy go lucky lab tech who flips on the over-head lights at 5:45 a.m. and asks an over-enthusiastic, "How yer doin?" is going to get a syringe in her forehead.
What do you mean, “How yer doin?" Look at the records for gawd sake! - We've been on a 6 day drunk for the past 12 hours, been partying all night wonderin' when someone would come in and flip on the light switch after finally being able to close our eyes for a few mili-seconds.
Now d00gie's flipping a switch because some brain surgeon decides to have a fire alarm drill on the floor above us at 6:42, right when I was about to catch a brief shut eye before the entourage of white coats and clipboards make their rounds with their eager..."How yer doin's"?
Oh wait! Now we just had a new doctor come in asking the award winning question, "With having Lupus, what are your symptoms?" Brilliant!!! Let's have another party while we discuss the volumes of records accumulated in Angela's library of symptoms and her enormous amount of patience with you doctors who are still walking around in diapers!
Good thing is - Angela was able to feed the vampire without a prick, she was able to get up and pee by herself with her feet on the ground and her temperature is well below my current boiling point.
There, got it out of my system. Think I'll close my eyes and envision a most positive way to booby trap the door and light switch for the next beaming "how yer doin?" type individual who dares to enter.
No, second thought...better not...it might be the guy with coffee...where's the IV team when you need them?
(Angela looks good, temp is norm, rash has faded and about ready to eat...wait, is that a Paczki? A 1200 calorie raspberry filled donut and an empty bowl of...yuck...never mind. Angela's doing great! ...everything else seems to be a freakin comedy this morning)
