||[Dec. 31st, 2005|11:13 pm]
mr feeny's house of snark
I"m currently on prescription drugs, so forgive if this comes off as rambling and mumbled.
Dear girl in ER a cubicle away from mine:
What the fuck is wrong with you? Your daughter has an extremely rapid heartrate and you're going to sign her out of the HOSPITAL because you're getting tired? Excuse me? I really don't think your comfort really matters there, your DAUGHTER has an elevated heartrate. I heard the nurses telling you that. They said that she could end up having a heart attack! You dumb bitch! I don't give a fuck that it takes you 4 hours to drive back to Gardnerville (which is BULLSHIT, you cunt! I spent half my life in that town and it's at most a 45 minute drive, even with the flooding!!) How about you take your daughter's health in to concideration?
If your child dies because of your selfishness, it will be entirely your fault. And I hope the guilt will eat away at your fucking soul, if you happen to have an ounce of one left.
the very pained woman sitting in the next cube waiting for some relief from her pain.
(the relief came in the form of 2 shots in my ass, by the way, so while I'm doped up but good now, fucking hell that made my anger worse. Plus, they hurt!)