So much for Primordial...
Fuckkkkkk me (and if your name is Cara DeAngelis bring the duct tape), the second after I replied to this thread I was bombarded with stat calls. The first call was for a 5150 morphine addict who was gum lipping a duck faced female in an adjacent room. This satan worshiping wanker has a hole in his stomach that he himself clawed after getting operated on for an infection that was eating away his gastro-intestinal lair. Sick son of a bitch makes a habit of shitting his gown and gandervandling (sp?) around the hospital with a trail of shit to match our trail of tears. We had to wrestle his ass to the bed and strap on four points to exorcize the demons. He countered by placing a voodoo hex on our souls. Not too long after that my supervisor is yelping over the radio that he needs assistance Code3 at our psych ward bldg. We arrive and the Jim Leyland doppleganger iscovered in blood from wrestling some ugly bint to the ground who was having a hissy fit over the fact that the nursing staff would not permit her to smoke after hours. Day lights savings time apparently threw a wrench in to her nicotine schedule. Not too long after that we have a manic depressive individual in the E.R triage area taking a razor to his wrist. The patients were painting the town fucking red tonight. The last significant call of the night was the bloodiest of the bunch. This old geezer who thought shadows were out to kill him ripped his catheter from his cock and lost a bucket of blood. I swear to Odin his catheter bag held a good pint or two of plasma. Oh joy, I have a 13 hour shift waiting in the wing tonight.