BluE Scrubs

I am back on call again, first night of a couple I have to do this week.


Outside the window, the wind is gushing carelessly bending anything remotely abiding by the Hooke's law. The grass changed between light and dark shades of green, with each unpredictable blow. Under the not so generous spherical knobby street lights dotted around the complex, shadows can play ruthless tricks on untrained eyes.


It's about time the grass gets some snip snip. A creepy crawly creature could easily glide itself around, peeking booing in between. Hate those reptiles.


I am not going to jinx tonight's on call by saying anything, about how the on call is going. Especially not with the weather outside, walloping anything and everything. Not that it's going to have any bearing on the workload of one's on call but I'd like to think that at least outside, it's not as chaotic as the inside.


Let's just say that the battery for my bleep is 'duracell-ic' at the rate it's going at the moment. I plan for that to last till morning.


A while ago a yahoo messenger kerchinged-popped open:


A: Hiiiiii, what are u doing?

Naj: On call

A: so what do you do when u are on call?

Naj: epidural, spinal, tell the midwives to stand still and speak slowly, remind them to breath, refrain self from 'losing it' with screaming pregnant women acting like a moving targets, answer referrals to ICU, interrogate medical registrars, reject referrals, forced to accept referrals, annoy the sleeping consultants , stick needles in neck, arms, legs, throats, nostrils, sinuses, gullets, stomachs, jump on fast-becoming-cadaveric bodies, electricute dead people, and make house officers cry.
Oh and kill as few people as possible.

A: lol

Naj: ???( but i'll do an lol anyway)..lol..(at least some still think it's funny).

A: *gone quiet*...( and soon logged out)


Let's see if I can just slowly, slowly, put my head on the pillow and slowly slowly close my eyes. Please don't go off, please.



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