Confusions and Dilemmas–my weird dream life. Literally.

Ahem. So . . . well we didn’t die as the Mayans predicted. Insert awkward silence, crickets chirping and all that.

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This is complete crap too

Is that enough on the apocalypse? Yes? Thank you.

Let us concentrate on far more important/life altering.

Namely, me.

Well I know that sounds a bit thick-headed, but I need to blow off s a ome steam.

Here goes:

As I went to the hospital on Monday I was determined to evade the night duty. I hoped I would be lucky.

But–of course–since it’s my luck, it didn’t hold.

Just as I was ready to come home, news broke out that there was a train wreck.

I rushed to the emergency room to find it full of patients. And as another train wreck was reported, the hospital overflowed.

And I got my dreaded night shifts. Treating the patients took forever. There were thousands of major and minor cuts and bruises, with three major surgeries.

Wednesday arrived, and I was in a surgery. I don’t remember much, but I think it was almost noon when I came out and heard there was another train wreck.

It wasn’t so bad this time. also, I don’t remember much, so I don;t really know what I did that day.

One thing I do remember was that I met my childhod friends, Anne and Aie (:o <<< your reaction, I know) in the ER at about midnight. So it was Thursday. Aie was okay, though Anne had a nasty cut on her leg. As I was flipping through charts, I was shouting (like a crazy person, FYI) something like, “Where is the staple gun?!” Poor Anne was absolutely terrified. Was I gong to staple her leg?

After waiting for about thirty seconds, I got so pissed I could have ended the world myself. But before I could get out a whole sentence, some intern handed me her staple gun. In hindsight, I really did sound dangerous (“WHERE IS THE FREAKING–GOT IT! STUPID MORONS!”). The handling of patients and saving lives went on till about midnight on Thursday too. I came home like a zombie when the overflow had led to a trickle (which was fine by me), and slept like a rock (or–you could say–like a Medusa victim).

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Now I have  a severe back pain. I don’t know how you can have back pain by just dreaming, but I do.

Anyways, that’s me and my weird real-life-related-with-dreams dilemma.

Adios. Aloha. Sayonara. Bye bye. Tata. Ahu.

See ya next week.

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