Virgin duty

Before anything else, I just want to clarify something.

My April Fool's entry proved to be effective. Extremely so. I was expecting, "You bitch! You got me good!" messages however, sadly, all I got were variations of, "OMG! Are you alright? Does the gunshot wound hurt?!".

Huh.

People, it was a joke. I was not shot. It seems I am getting rather good at this whole deception thing. The other year, I actually tricked Gio into thinking I was bleeding on my bathroom floor. He even asked what street I lived in so he could come and get me. Hee.

Anywaaaaaay, I was on duty for the very first time at the new Polymedic Medical Plaza.


The hospital lobby looks more like a hotel lobby, really. Anyway, I was on duty in an empty hospital. No admissions as of yet. Basically, it was just me and 3 other nurses.

And then the ambulance came. Very first admission. Typhoid ileitis. All oxygen-ed up and shit. The owner of the hospital gave us chocolates in celebration of this first income-generating admission. The rest of the duty was fine. There was a second admission but aside from that, nothing much else to do.

I slept like, 8 hours last night. More hours than I do at home. That was after I watched movies with the night shift nurse. We watched some weird movie entitled The Wackness with a couple of, uh, sex scenes. It was awkward. I mean, said nurse was a guy and there we were watching Mary Kate Olsen humping Ben Kingsley. And that was the tamest scene, by the way. Said awkwardness was later remedied by watching Shaun The Sheep.

I woke up early because I had to rush to another 24-hour duty at some other hospital. First text of the morning was from Dennise. Now, I had wanted to wait until afternoon to greet her Happy Birthday. You know, to allow for the 6-hour time difference. I didn't know she was up and, uh, how do I say this.... celebrating her birthday at midnight.

Anyway, she was texting me about non-birthday stuff. Let's just say it had something to do with travel time and missed medications.

All I'm saying is, Dennise...

Damn it, would it have killed you to wait until I could properly surprise-greet you Happy Birthday with a blog entry?! Geez.. But happy birthday, anyway.