Howdy folks,
I'm still here too! Was a bit distracted lately, but not to worry, I think I remember most of the past couple of days.
Like for example a certain male member of our party (hint: it's not me) redecorating the apartment with what he calls "a reasonable amount of socks". I'll let each of you be the judge of that.
Next, let me show you a typical day in the life of that other member of the party, let's call her SurgiGirl, for anonymity's sake. Here's SurgiGirl on Saturday after 11 hours of sleep.
12 hours.
12.5 hours.
When she did crawl out of her room, her first stop was the fridge, which she raided for pretty much everything - fruit, cereal, bread .. you name it, she had it. By the way, from that point on, the following has been known around here as a Phèdre-rest.
We didn't see much of SurgiGirl again for a while.
Until there was more food.
I'm sure you can discern the pattern now.
We did manage to resuscitate her enough after that to hit the town again.
We had a target, "Hogs & Heifers" in the Meat Packing District, which after some erring around the city we indeed found. And the cute resident had not promised too much - there were half-naked women dancing on the bar, which according to some sources gave rise, inspiration and a template for the movie Coyote Ugly, if that rings a bell. For some reason, SurgiGirl was hesitant to enter it, so we wandered around the block
and found a nice lounge with pretty people inside
and $7 a beer. What the heck, we were there to get drunk, no matter the cost.
So we did, yet at another nice place, where caipirinhas are 80% ethanol.
I need to add a disclaimer that may save my life (although I don't count on that).
In other news there's another event from Sunday's late shift that comes to mind, where a 20-year-old girl either had smoked too much or the wrong kind of weed and was totally out of control. So far nothing special but what dropped everyone's jaw was her ability to punch, scratch and bite after a dose of benzodiazepines that would have put an elephant down. So this was the second almost-LP I did, with the delirious girl almost jumping off the table when I just cleaned the skin for the local anesthetic. And she had 12mg of midazolam and 5mg of diazepam inside her little 50kg-body, it still took an attending, a resident and me to pin her down so she could "only" twitch by about 10-20cm, while another resident poked into her for the spinal tap. Amazingly, he did hit her spinal canal and managed to catch about half of the CSF pouring out while the "patient" was fighting a desperate battle, where no scratching, bending fingers or biting into physicians was off-limits. She did manage to bite Chris Tucker. And he was a bodybuilder before he went to medschool.
Like for example a certain male member of our party (hint: it's not me) redecorating the apartment with what he calls "a reasonable amount of socks". I'll let each of you be the judge of that.
Next, let me show you a typical day in the life of that other member of the party, let's call her SurgiGirl, for anonymity's sake. Here's SurgiGirl on Saturday after 11 hours of sleep.
12 hours.
12.5 hours.
When she did crawl out of her room, her first stop was the fridge, which she raided for pretty much everything - fruit, cereal, bread .. you name it, she had it. By the way, from that point on, the following has been known around here as a Phèdre-rest.
We didn't see much of SurgiGirl again for a while.
Until there was more food.
I'm sure you can discern the pattern now.
We did manage to resuscitate her enough after that to hit the town again.
We had a target, "Hogs & Heifers" in the Meat Packing District, which after some erring around the city we indeed found. And the cute resident had not promised too much - there were half-naked women dancing on the bar, which according to some sources gave rise, inspiration and a template for the movie Coyote Ugly, if that rings a bell. For some reason, SurgiGirl was hesitant to enter it, so we wandered around the block
and found a nice lounge with pretty people inside
and $7 a beer. What the heck, we were there to get drunk, no matter the cost.
So we did, yet at another nice place, where caipirinhas are 80% ethanol.
I need to add a disclaimer that may save my life (although I don't count on that).
All characters and situations depicted and/or described above are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living, dead or soon to be dead (me) is purely coincidental.
In other news there's another event from Sunday's late shift that comes to mind, where a 20-year-old girl either had smoked too much or the wrong kind of weed and was totally out of control. So far nothing special but what dropped everyone's jaw was her ability to punch, scratch and bite after a dose of benzodiazepines that would have put an elephant down. So this was the second almost-LP I did, with the delirious girl almost jumping off the table when I just cleaned the skin for the local anesthetic. And she had 12mg of midazolam and 5mg of diazepam inside her little 50kg-body, it still took an attending, a resident and me to pin her down so she could "only" twitch by about 10-20cm, while another resident poked into her for the spinal tap. Amazingly, he did hit her spinal canal and managed to catch about half of the CSF pouring out while the "patient" was fighting a desperate battle, where no scratching, bending fingers or biting into physicians was off-limits. She did manage to bite Chris Tucker. And he was a bodybuilder before he went to medschool.
posted by Iccy at 11:28 AM
1 Comments:
get get out out .. you're stuttering. I I think think you you are are tired tired ... AGAIN?
Btw... who drank all the milk and ate all the cheese?!
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