In hindsight, I guess if you're going to inadvertently tumble into bed with a filthy, stinking, drunken homeless guy you really shouldn't do it right before you have three days off. Because, let me tell you, I am the Thighmaster of the week. If there's a soul on our unit (and beyond) who hasn't heard about it, they haven't made themselves known to me. On the negative side I still feel like I need a shower. On the positive side its taken everyone's mind off of how bad a triage run I'm on.
When I walked in on my boss re-enacting it for a paramedic, I had to laugh. She added some moves to the mix that, thank god in heaven, weren't in the original version. When the cop said, "Babe, that's a heck of a way to get back into dating", I had to laugh again. And when my very favorite doc plopped down next to me and said, "We really need to talk about your self-esteem issues", I cracked up. Because, seriously, what else can you do?
The major problem is that my new boyfriend is a frequent flier, so it's just a matter of time before he shows up again in the same nauseating condition. I can almost hear my co-workers salivating at the thought.
I can only hope that someone else in the department does something really stupid before then.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM