#hhhghhhhh

THEY SAW MY ART

HOLYYYYYYY MOLYYYYY DUDE I’M SO HAPPY AND ALSO TERRIFIED

drawtectives and secret sleepover society has been kind of the crutch I’m leaning on mental health wise as I recover from surgery so this is. Incredible. I almost cried.

my 3 girlfriends and OH MY GOD IM OVERUSING THIS JOKE FCKKKKKK MY LIFE

notice how my beautiful girlfriend on the right over there is absolute gorgeous and completely un blurry but these fucking phones radiate evil cunt energy and thus no matter how still i am with the camera they just ARE BLURRY also ignore the cat hairs and dust and whatever on that bag i can't do shit about it okay

i can't tell what model the middle phone is. if anyone in this bitch is into sony ericssons help me. its a slide phone. i cant find the model anywhere on the case. upon some grueling research i believe shes a w995 but im not 100%. looks like it tho lol

she also will not power on. but shes my dads old phone that he hasnt used in yonks so like no wonder

THEY

THEY LITERALLY

FUSED

INTO

THEIR SHIP NAME I’M

I

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

A) sometimes no amount of effort and pestering on the nurse’s part can make the thing happen quickly, ESPECIALLY if it involves/requires a doctor.  

    -  A2) ESPECIALLY if it involves/requires a doctor and it’s after, like, eight PM.

    - A3) believe me, we know it’s frustrating to wait for doctors/tests/orders/labs/DOCTORS.  We work here.  We do it for a living.  

B) mfw when everybody on my team is medically acute and needs my care but the healthiest person I’m caring for is making drama about something I can’t change and wants me in the room for twenty minutes to tell me about how I should spend more time on THEIR thing

Is it important to me that we hunt down one of the after-hours lunchboxes for you because you missed dinner and you’re hungry?  Yes!  I want you to be happy and comfortable!  But is it more important to me that my patient down the hallway is showing signs of sepsis and needs ten million phone calls and labs?  Yyyyyeah .  :T   I had somebody go off on me for like fifteen or twenty minutes the other day about how much they hated various bits and pieces of their room, from the air-conditioner to the blankets and the stuff we use to wash our sheets. 

It all feels weirdly similar to the “you would be able to get a job if you just started hitting the pavement and working harder to find them!!!” vibe, like, if you were a better nurse you would have “caused a ruckus” (thank you, unnamed patient, exact wording) and fixed X, Y and Z for me already!  “Causing a ruckus” is going to get me yelled at, and will NOT make a doctor come BACK to the hospital at ten PM to answer your questions.