“As they walked down the corridor the peppy Latin music started up again, and grew louder as they walked. They passed a door labelled “Men” and from around the next corner Ramesh saw a man in a black dress and low-crowned, broad brimmed hat approaching, as he got closer Ramesh saw the simple wooden cross on the twine around his neck, and the notched collar on whatever the dress-type garment was called – some sort of clerical outfit.
“Hello, Your Holiness,” giggled the Canadian.
“Hello Rufus, Heathen. I’ll pray for you both. Better get to your boy, he’s crying like the sissy bitch he is.”
Today’s story…
(Music)
“Thank God they’re not getting deployed together. But don’t say anything.”
“Okay.”
Ramesh followed Rufus down a series of turns, they passed a few more people.
“Hey, Yufus.”
A guy dressed like one of the “soldiers” at Jamestown, complete with helmet, sword and gun sauntered by in the opposite direction.
“’Sup, Trey?”
Finally, they reached the source of the peppy Latin music, a door standing slightly ajar from which the unmistakable aroma of marijuana smoke wafted. Rufus grabbed the edge of the door to steady it while he knocked.
“Hey, Mario. It’s me and Doc B.” The music stopped.
“Come in, guys.”
Mario was completely not what Ramesh expected, a shortish anglo guy dressed like one of the stockroom guys from Mr. Selfridge. There was another guy in the room, too. A tall, thin guy dressed as a medieval european peasant.
The room was very sparely furnished, like a dorm room at an agricultural college. There were two twin beds, each on its own side of the room, but deep wear marks in the linoleum told another story, one in which the beds were pushed together regularly. There was also a large wheeled plastic bin full of personal items, thrown in haphazardly; Pope Benedict glared out at Rami from behind the glass of a framed picture at the top of the heap. The only items remaining around the room were the furniture and two suitcases, one on each bed.
“Scruffy here actually does get to be a herdsman. Somebody has a sense of humor. Look at you, Doc. Nice suit. Is that a badge?”
“I,” said Rami proudly, “am going to be Preet Bharara’s chief henchman.” He didn’t know why he had used the word “henchman.” United States Attorneys didn’t have henchmen, comic book villains had henchmen. But it seemed to have done the trick.
“Whoa, hologram theory confirmed,” snickered Mario. “Anyone want to toke up?”
“No, but I have something for you from Godwin,” said Ramesh extending the bag.
“Schweet,” said Mario, crossing himself as he took the weed from Ramesh.
““Good thing Axl isn’t here,” observed Scruffy, rolling his eyes at the suitcase on the other bed.
“We ran into him down by the Men’s room, eh.”
“Miss Thing has been in a mood all morning,” said Mario. “You’d think that she’d be happy getting to dress as a priest and mumble over wafers, but noooo. Socons, there is just no pleasing them.”
Mario opened his suitcase and transferred the weed to a Prince Albert tobacco can which he then returned to the suitcase and passed the empty bag to Scruffy who chucked it into the bin.
“But I’m glad you’re all here,” said Mario choking up. “We may never see each other again. You and Chip,” he said looking at Scruffy, “were the best pledges ever. Remember how you hurled when we told you two what your pledge prank was going to be? I knew right then that it was going to be a special, special night.”
“‘Sneak into the offices of Daily Femsplaining and steal the tampon disposal box from the women’s restroom in your underwear,’” Scruffy recited blankly, then trembled and turned pale.
“Nobody believed Rami when he told us what he needed them for, or that it would work, said Mario. “But the prank was epic, regardless. Speaking of the Paw, no hard feelings about the sack tap, yo.”
The suit coat pocket into which Ramesh had dropped the purse twitched and a small furry hand emerged to flash a peace sign.
“Christ, was Marcotte was pissed. She couldn’t prove it, but she knew,” said Rufus. “And damn did the Paw stink while you were marinating it.”
Scruffy hucked and grabbed for the wastebasket.
Mario took a small photo album from behind the suitcase. “This is the one contraband item I wish I could take with me.” The album flopped open. “Look, there’s the boys with me and Monégasque.”
Mario showed a picture of Scruffy and a shorter guy kneeling in their underwear holding up a shiny metal box and pinching their noses, with Mario and a tall guy standing behind them grinning drunkenly at the camera and pointing at the box.
“May I see it,” asked Ramesh.
Mario passed over the album which flopped closed in transit. As Ramesh flipped through the album he saw a number of pictures of himself, but in places and with people he didn’t know. On the last page there was a photo from the production number with himelf in the Gujarati shaman’s outfit with all the swastikas; that costume had cheesed off his boss more than the taunting lyrics or the mooning. He examined the picture closely. It did not appear to have been doctored. He wished he could sneak the picture back to the courthouse to have the techs examine it for tells that it had been ‘shopped.
But the the shaman in the video he saw had been someone else, the same person as the guy in the lobby pushing the cleaning cart, but it was as if that person never existed here. He looked up from the album to see Rufus smirking at him.
“You’ve always been here, Rami.”
“Okay, guys. Let’s do this.” Mario took the photo album from Rami and threw it in the bin. He then stood up, grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door.
Comments
160 responses to “The Glibening, Part Eleven: Ramesh Gupta, Reanimator”
Where are they headed next? Great work Tonio, waiting for the next one…
I don’t know where they are going….this sure keeps me ready for the next installment!!!
Yep. These are great!
Any military Glibs have any recommendations for cadences?
I’ve got a friend going through basic right now. I was going to send a few in my next letter.
So far, I’ve got Tiny Bubbles, Captain Jack, Band of brothers, Army Colors, Hi-Ho Lock and Load, Yellow Bird & I wish that all of the ladies.
I once did the prison work song from Les Miserables…. and Blue Suede Shoes, Elvis style. But, I was a field grade officer by then. I could get away with it.
Try “Napalm Sticks To Kids” …What? Hey, I went to Basic Training in 1985.
LoL.. shows banned for ‘political reasons.’
If you want to get him kicked out:
Casey Jones was a sunavubitch.
Wrecked his train in whorehouse ditch
Jumped out the train with his dick in his hands
Said look out ladies I’m a helluva man!
Lined a hunnert womenz up agin the wall
Bet a hunnert dollars he could fuck em all
Fucked 98 til his balls turn’t blue
Backed off
Jacked off
Fucked the other two.
Casey said before he died
there’s five things I’d like to ride
Bicycle, tricycle, automobile
Bow legged woman and a ferris wheel.
Bow legged woman nearly took his life!
Said she was a cav’ry man’s wife.
Clean ones –
C-130
Battle of New Orleans
I just noticed I’m doing running cadences.
Chorus girl
Hello Josephine
hahaha….my wife used to get very annoyed with me for that one. Same with the first time she came to the barracks when we were dating and the ID watch would acknowledge by yelling “kill babies!”
All the little angels.
https://wiki.lspace.org/mediawiki/All_The_Little_Angels
Do the troops still march? No bikes, skinny fatigues (BDUs). ?
I can’t keep up anymore nor do I want to.
Infantry OCS Song
Far across the Chattahoochee
To the Upatoi
Stands our loyal Alma Mater
Benning’s School for boys.
Forward ever, Backward never
Faithfully we strive
Toward our final destination
Follow me with pride
When it’s time and we are called
To guard our country’s might
We’ll be there with head held high
To lead in Freedom’s fight
Yearning ever, Failing never
To keep our country free
The call is clear, we meet the task
For we are Infantry
Benning’s School for boys.
It’s coed now. 🙁
“Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley where ya been?”
“Downtown Lawton, drinkin’ gin!”
Very nice! I think he’s in an Artillery unit.
@#$% I hated Fort Benning. That is what I got for starting out as an enlisted infantry speedbump….er, Scout Observer.
It doesn’t have “Eskimo Pussy” but it will do.
Glory glory it’s a hell of a way to die
and we ain’t gonna war no more
That’s actually one of the best, more than a small amount of health cynicism in that one
I was always partial to “Hey Mama Rita”
Although I wasn’t too pleased when my dumbass trainees decided to break into it in front of the HQ building.
According to the interwebz the correct title is “I wish that all the ladies”
And I forgot the link……
https://www.armystudyguide.com/content/cadence/marching_cadence/i-wish-that-all-the-ladie.shtml
A couple of the Marines in the office threw that out right away. Pretty funny.
That is one of the dirtiest, if you do it right.
There’s don’t let the green grass fool you….she wore a yellow ribbon….C-130 rolling down the strip
Then there are some Marine-specific ones, but I’m guessing you aren’t looking for those
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a ram
with the ram she went to sleep
Mary had a little lamb
Sound off
one two
Sound off
three four
I Put My Hand Upon Her Toe is the marching song I remember best.
Many variations on the song. Of course in the military it’s “Marine” or “Soldier” instead Yankee or Hasher.
Sergeant Sergeant turning green
Someone pissed in his canteen
Sound off….
Chorus:
Bang Bang Suzie.
Suzie bangs all day.
And who is gonna bang her
When I go away?
Some girls work in fact’ries.
Some girls work in stores.
Suzie works at Bloomingdale’s
With 40 other whores.
Chorus
Some girls use Tampax.
Some girls use rags.
Suzie’s cunte is so damn big
She uses burlap bags.
Chorus
Teach em the certifiable.
Hey hey Navy, where you at?
Why the hell are you so fat?
Is it whiskey, is it wine?
Or just a lack of PT time?
Hey hey Navy, don’t be blue,
The Army and the Air Force are f*cked up too.
Hey Hey Navy, get on your boats and follow me
I am Marine Corps Infantry.
A buddy in Radio School got NJP for this version as we ran past a group of Naval Officers
Hey Hey Navy, get on your knees and swallow me
I am Marine Corps Infantry
Columbo
Columbo had a cabin boy,
A dirty little nipper.
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.
Another verse –
The skipper had a first mate
his name was Peg-Leg Morgan
The only tune that Peg Leg played
Was on the Captain’s organ!
Y’all take me back. I was driving down the road this morning and there was some dude in uniform (NG or military school) walking with his hands in pockets. About stopped and hollered at Air Force to get his dickbeaters out of his pants.
You’re that asshole?
I was partial to In The Early Morning Rain. I needs to be raining though. Also since it hasn’t been mentioned yet, Four Winds.
I wasn’t in the military. I was in the Air Force.
Don’t they just sing Lady Gaga Born this Way now?
It’s all true. I regret nothing.
Blink thrice if Tonio is making you say that!
Any people on here that know anything about router issues? some websites are currently blacked out for me with the error message that the certificate cannot be verified and it won’t let me proceed to the website. I know it’s my router and not my Antivirus software because it occurs on my phone as well when I’m logged into the network. It’s just a weird problem, it wouldn’t be a big issue but the certificate issues extend to all google searches.
What type of router are you using? And what’s the full text of the error message?
It’s a netgear
Your connection is not private
Attackers might be trying to steal your information from http://www.google.com (for example, passwords, messages, or credit cards). Learn more
NET::ERR_CERT_AUTHORITY_INVALID
Same error in all browsers? If you look at the details, does the certification have anything off?
I’m assuming you’ve bounced the router?
And what Fatty says below.
no that did it completely. We good.
also thank you as well.
If it just started out of the blue, it could be the DNS servers you’re using. Try using Google’s (8.8.8.8 and 8.8.4.4) instead.
that cleared up my google searches now it’s still limiting specific websites. among them drudge and ESPN.
Count your blessings
thank you a bunch.
I was getting that last night with IMDb on Firefox but not Chrome.
Very interesting. I really need to go back to the beginning and get up to speed on this.
And I also really need to stop saying that and start doing that. *sigh*
I too am guilty of this. *hangs head in shame*
I could use an annotated edition, as I get some of the references but others – that I just KNOW are references – leave me murmuring, “Huh? Whut?”
Just smile, laugh, and nod knowingly.
Oh! Just like when I’m “listening” to my hubby, right?
Ask in the comments, or email me.
tonio4liberty (at) protonmail (dot) com
SP is awesomely technical and armed, and I get to lead a battalion of Swiss Guard into the fight!
The music makes the whole thing!
It really does. Ended just a few seconds after I finished reading.
Well done, Tonio!
I also can’t stop laughing at the guy dressed as robin hood.
I’m assuming it OK to go OT about now, has this made the rounds?
Bill would require new vehicles to have alcohol detectors to fight drunken driving
Are we all now going to have to blow in a tube to start driving?
MADD can blow me
If we wanted to be serious about reducing injury and fatalities the car should shut down your cellular phone.
Not that I’m advocating doing that either, but it would be a heck of lot more effective.
It’s just one more thing to pay for, one more thing to fail, one more intrusion on my private life.
NO, NO, and NO
it will be about 6 months before somebody makes a defeat device – pour some solution into that is aerated into some kind of spray bottle that looks for whatever chemical signature the thing is tracking.
But given what FedGov has done to diesel emission devices I understand your concern about failures…
Here you go…
I’ll be dipping my willy in some bourbon just to keep them off it.
*shudder* at least make it cheap bourbon!
My best friend coined a phrase for our winter golf nips:
“sharing whiskey”
which is Buffalo Trace for him.
As an unabashed Tennessee promoter, I gift Jack 24//7 which is quite reasonable by the gallon.
I went on a tour of Buffalo Trace. Tried to anyway. The smell of the corn mash drove me out of the tour.
However, I use Old Fashioned glasses to press my sugar cookies so I got one. Useful souvenir.
The smell of the corn mash drove me out of the tour.
I am aghast. I feel betrayed. I really liked you. Not liking the smell of the mash cooking is like not liking kittens, or puppies. It is… You really are the worst now.
That’s what Hyperion said but it’s so not true.
Nikki’s the worst.
Wellalrightythen.
Imma guessing that one joined the WTC since being openly lesbian was frowned upon.
Is that a promise? /ostentatiously reaches for a beer
The comments, they burn….
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Honk honk.
Anybody want to tell this guy that Judge Dredd is fiction
It was latter amended to remove said devices from any vehicle assigned to a Kennedy family member.
https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2019/10/tapping-into-technology-congress-considers-terrifying-new-solutions-for-drunk-driving/
I completely trust Chinese firms!
I didn’t know you played for the NBA!
Tell that MIT grad he is uneducated!
/Guy that barely made it through High School
How many Uber rides could’ve been paid for with that $50M?
If you get the government involved, maybe 500?
Are we pretending that biometric data isn’t health data and therefore not protected by HIPAA or whatever the fucking acronym is?
It’s not protected if the government exempts it.
Hypothetical:
Guy is out camping, no cell coverage and no ambulance service around cause he is in the woods. Get’s bit by a snake, or breaks a leg, or whatever emergency happens, but he has had a couple drinks. Would we rather he drive for help, even though the law says that is bad, or die? I know my answer, and this is a case where if you disagree I think it makes you a bad person.
All campers must now carry an EPIRB into the woods. After the bite, just activate the beacon and wait 6 to 12 hours for help to arrive. Oh, and the help is going to bill you. A lot.
It is evil to make devices that substitute for judgment is my point in case it wasn’t clear. Devices do not reason, they just (at best) do what they were made to do, and there is always, always, an exceptional circumstance where they cause harm. Free will is more valuable than freedom from crime or error no matter how many times bad things happen.
So us lawmakers are considering turning how many automobiles into Chinese terror platforms? Paranoid, sure but this would always be one update away
Couldn’t you just get one of those rubber bulbs for babies noses and use that to blow? That has to be the easiest foil in the world to defeat.
I am confident that no law was ever passed mandating the purchase of something where that thing was not produced by a company some congress critters stood to make money from.
https://www.mcall.com/news/mc-xpm-2004-12-30-3565660-story.html
I “know” one of them. He’s a friend of a friend.
Remember the 1 or 2 years in the 1970s when cars wouldn’t start without the seat belt being buckled?
In those pre-internet days word of mouth quickly spread about what plug to disconnect under the seat to shut down the while seat belt / interlock warning system.
Best part was our AMC if you stopped the car you, but left yourself buckled and restarted the car it wouldn’t run. You had to unfasten and refasten the buckle. That system was unplugged within the first month of ownership.
Now it just dings at you incessantly if you don’t buckle.
I buckle it behind the seat. Permanetly.
My Jeep JK had the ability to disable this because it was used off road and on private property. It was nice to have for when you were in the driveway or when you buckled up and drive.
As I always wear a belt that’s not a huge issue for me. I will warn you most (if not all modern) air bags are two stage – if you aren’t buckled and it goes off it will detect the lack of a seat belt and go off with significantly more force possibly causing additional injury.
Awww! If you won’t buckle up for the gubmint, wouldja do it for us? Pretty please? : ( [Ref recent conversation about “choosing your battles”…]
You don’t wear a seatbelt?
Not smart, Mojeaux.
Nope. My kids do.
The one and only serious accident I was ever in… The cop asked the EMT if I was wearing my seat belt. He said, “No, but don’t cite her because she would have been killed if she were.”
That is not the only reason I don’t wear one, but I do not consider it not-smart or stupid.
And if we are to compare not-smart, I have also ridden motorcycles which is objectively not smart.
Would you say, “You ride motorcycles? Not smart.”
Well you might because you work in a hospital, so I guess that’s reasonable.
Why the kids but not you? Their choice?
Because I’m an adult and I don’t want to.
Not their choice.
I’ve worn mine religiously since I was 20 and rolled a car down the median strip at 85 mph. I happened to have put my belt on (which was rare in those days) and I walked away bruised and scratched. At one point I shattered my window with my elbow (and have the clearest memory of my life of seeing the grass rushing at my arm and yanking it back), without the belt I’d have been halfway out when the side of the car bounced and probably cut in half.
But seatbelt laws are still improper.
Can’t get to the cod with a belt on!
That is correct!
Also not with a stick shift in the way, but we won’t talk about that.
In case I came off as smart-ass or something, I apologize. I didn’t mean it to sound so terse.
I had a friend who was a firefighter/EMT and called motorcycles “donorcycles,” so I get where you’re coming from. He did not approve of my motorcycle, either.
Prolly not with a camera pointed at you.
New vehicles are teh suck. Even if I could afford one, I don’t think I’d get one.
My family has always had luck buying from rental car companies.
Back to the point:
This is frightening. How long before they mandate you buy one of these cars?
Mr. Mojeaux and I were talking this morning about how drastically our healthcare costs have risen since Obamacare. And now we may be looking at forced purchase/installation of these gizmos? (It’s not paranoid if they really are out to get you.)
“Safety advocates”
AKA the paranoid
I have been in a couple of accidents.
One, a near head on collision at a com inked speed fo 90 mph, in a Civic, I walked away from completely uninjured.
The other, low speed parking lot accident in a GM pickup, the airbag gave me two black eyes and cuts on my face.
Fuck airbags. If you wear a seatbelt, they don’t add anything.
“a combined speed”
For frontal collisions I think I mostly agree. For side collisions I think they are beneficial.
I just read an article that suggests the knee / bolster airbags that are just about required now for top insurance crash ratings may in practice actually cause more leg injuries than they stop.
My aforementioned accident (above) was a high-speed side collision.
My fault completely. I didn’t see her coming.
One issue is that they’re binary (or ternary) . There’s no “keep me from breaking my nose on the steering wheel” setting. It’s either not going off or it’s in full “keep my face from caving in” mode.
I’ve been in a few fender-benders (none my fault), but since I drive beaters, I usually didn’t bother with collecting insurance information.
One was a teenage girl who’d obviously just gotten her license. She was scared to death. I looked at my bumper. Looked at hers. Hers was more dented than mine. I just said, “Look, I’ve got to get to work. Some day, when somebody rear-ends you but not badly, let them go.” And I went upon my merry way.
dented
Be careful about that. Since the 5MPH bumper went away, it’s really hard to tell what the extent of the damage is. FWIW: the body shops routinely get it wrong and have to go back to the insurance company for approvals on damage not seen on original inspection.
More to the point: bumper covers are extremely resilient and can hid substantial damage to the honey comb (energy absorbing construction) underneath. Anymore, bumpers are like helmets: disposable and not intended to be used again after a collision.
Good to know.
In this instance, it was 20 years ago and I’m still driving that car.
I figured, her having to explain that dent to her parents would be punishment enough.
What incensed me is that when passenger-side airbags started decapitating kids, the response wasn’t to suggest whether airbags might cause more harm than they prevent, but to start of a shrill propaganda campaign about the evil of putting your child in the front passenger seat.
The result is that we’re getting babies burned to a crisp because people forget they’re in the back seat, and the government has a shrill propaganda campaign about that.
Sponsored by Rick Scott and Tom Udall…
Rick, you lousy SOB.
Fuck. Off. Slavers.
For those who don’t know, the breathalyzer is already flawed as hell, and there was even a lawsuit filed (and won) to get access to the source code the devices used.
And the laws were just changed to basically say 2+2=5 when the state says so. I think courts have so far approved. I fucking love junk science!
It’s not even a 2+2 = 5 situation, it’s a black box that spits out convictions. For the devices to even be close to accurate, they need to be configured properly, have all of the temperature sensor options purchased, be maintained correctly, and be operated correctly.
It is yet another example of a fudging of processes and rights to make convictions easier. Breathalyzer results are treated as expert testimony and in many jurisdictions are basically impossible to challenge (fortunately this is starting to change), yet they are tests administered by traffic cops, who are NOT what any sane person would consider expert in the functioning of the device, physiology, chemistry etc.
AITA for refusing to put an insurance tracker on my car?
One answer:
Yeah. That’s never gonna happen. No insurance tracker for me.
Indeed. My husband will do many things to save a buck, but that’s not one of them.
I’m starting to like my no airbag, no ABS, no backup camera, no GPS, no smog requirement, no shoulder belt vintage car more and more.
It would be a shame if something were to happen to it.
He’s going to lose it in a boating accident. 🙁
Sure, but since it’s British does it even run?
I drove it on Wednesday!
Don’t believe this man. He was being towed.
I swear! I’ll get some video of it running this weekend! You’ll see!
A 1955 F100 is starting to get a lot of appeal.
You know that it’s not just to start driving? It also randomly spot checks you while driving.
Totally not safe, imo.
I’m trying to organize my dad’s admittance to hospice from ICU.
Fuck the DEA. Fuck the drug warriors. Fuck the prosecutors using a moral panic about opiates to chum for votes. Fuck them with rusty meat-hooks.
The boats are too kind a death for all of them.
That is all. 😡
My vet prescribed a cough suppressant for my sick Chihuahua the other day. It has some hydrocodone in it, so I had to sign a few forms. Complete waste of everyone’s time.
Sorry man.
My Dad went from cancer treatment to hospice. At that point they got very generous with the Oxy and Morphine.
I’m so angry, I’m practically in tears.
At this point the only thing we can do for him is dull the pain… and these moralizing assholes want to make him suffer for his own good.
Basically, the hospital wanted us to fill his prescription ourselves. And we tried to do it through his normal CVS. And those bastards didn’t start filling his prescription because they needed to talk to our dad first. He can’t speak. The phone number they called wasn’t on of our numbers but his old home number. And then they sat there with their thumbs up their butts waiting for a call that never came. Then they told me they wouldn’t order the full amount because they only gave out 7 days supply at a time.
The CVS hung up on me three times before I finally talked with someone who at least would tell me what was going on. And he was minimally helpful.
It looks to me like nobody wants to risk getting in trouble for giving out morphine so they are coming up with CYA hoops to ensure that every drop they issue can be justified to the most ardent drug warrior. That an old man is being prescribed huge amounts of morphine isn’t penetrating their brain cavities.
The good news is that the hospice has really stepped up to the plate. The staff doctor is moving mountains to get everything in place. At least *they* take pain management seriously.
Hospice is great. But why the fucking hell does a person have to be at the stage of waiting to die in order to get their pain treated? I’m supposed to watch my loved ones suffer because some asshole super cop wants to make sure the junkies can’t get a fix? Fuck the junkies, fuck the cops, give people the goddamn medicine they need.
In my former life as a medical transcriptionist, I worked a palliative care account. Like Drake’s experience, these doctors are VERY generous with the morphine and oxy.
At one point a couple of months before he passed, a doctor offered my Dad oxy. He refused because he didn’t want to get addicted. My wife, sister, and I all looked at each other trying to form a polite argument against his stubbornness.
I’m sorry. I second all your fucking motions. Or, I should say, your stated motions re: fucking.
Also, I am so very sorry you’re having to do this at all.
Thanks.
My brother actually has done the heavy lifting. I live too far away to do much. But today he was in court (he’s the lead attorney for his side) when his carefully crafted plans started coming apart at the seams and texted me frantically for help.
I spent an hour and a half on the phones with various people. The sad thing is that there were several people who dearly wanted to help, but whose hands were tied due to procedure.
I concur. When my mom died, the very apologetic hospice nurse kicked me and Her husband out of the room, because she was required to, in order to gather up all the opiates and log them. If she had been one whit less apologetic about i I’d have lost it.
my mom’s husband, not the Goddess nor the nurse.
Sorry to read.
Sorry to hear. Tarran. They’ve got me on something but it’s not an opioid. First night in here they were dosing me up on the hour but I’ve scaled it back twice a day. Still look like pincushion what with all the other meds. Best of luck to you and your Dad.
Thanks.
All we can do is make him comfy and wait for the inevitable…
I hope you get better soon.
I am so sorry to hear, Tarran.
Sorry Tarran.
This ward is madhouse. It’s a teaching hospital and it sounds like party dorm from 6AM onwards. This is surgical floorand it seems a tad unprofessional but then I am a crusty old man…
Please only do what you feel up to doing, but I hope you complain until conditions allow you to rest comfortably.
Well, this site is also a madhouse!
You see a problem. I see an opportunity for fun.
Can you get deliveries? 😉
Lol
Gotta run for a bit but I’ll e back.