Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Monday, May 14, 2007
Secret Pleasures, Number 2
The grudging respect I earned on Saturday morning for my transformation from 'walking corpse' at woken up +1, to 'functional human being' at woken up +5.
Seems like all those nights on call taught me something, after all