indesolution

It damn sure better not be anything like Halloween, because if I get one more razor blades in the chocolate bars scare, or arsenic in the gum scare, or PCP in the temporary tattoo scare, I will just d-i-e DIE of exhaustion. And rage. But mostly exhaustion! It's the twenty-four hour shifts filled to the brim with convincing fat, neurotic mothers that their child is only vomiting because of eating so much candy, NOT because said candy is laced with this or that hip new drug. Which you seem to know all sorts about. I've seen you lurking around the hospital, you bad bad man.