Ramblings of a pre and postcall mind

Enjoying the surreal experience of being both post AND precall on the same day.

Counting down the hours before the insufferable alarm clocks goes off and another grueling day begins.

Marching through the Halls of Death ala ward 2, 5cc syringe with attached green needle in one hand; alcohol swab, cotton ball n impromptu-glove-turned-tourniquet in the other.

Sadistic grin plastered all over face from cheek to cheek.

Through clenched teeth, squeezing out the same monotonous 'Sori cik kena ambik darah lagi nak check sikit maap yer sakit sikit macam semut gigit aje too bad semut api too muahahaha sucker....'


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I think I'll make a pretty good mosquito in my afterlife.

Heck, make me a flea or whatever. At least no branula setting will be required for blood taking.


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Okay this is the part where I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about.

Time to tuck in.

Peace.

Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.