Email to Jean, Hank and Moira
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To: [doctors one to three]
From: [pissy bitch doctor]
Remind me why I became a doctor again? Oh, obviously it must have been to imprison people in uncomfortable medlab beds and make their lives miserable just because I want to. Nothing to do with helping them, oh no.
Forgive the sarcasm. Between the kids' 'let him die' attitude to our unconscious FOHer, Betsy's post and now Nathan's hissy fit, I'm having doubts. Moira, I love you and your husband dearly, forgive me, but right now I just want to smack him one. Or possibly make him eat all those EEG tapes I've been poring over for the last four hours.
And I'm on my way down for shift chageover, Jean. I'm actually looking forward to the sensory deprivation that hazmat suit entails. Grr.
Maddie.
From: [pissy bitch doctor]
Remind me why I became a doctor again? Oh, obviously it must have been to imprison people in uncomfortable medlab beds and make their lives miserable just because I want to. Nothing to do with helping them, oh no.
Forgive the sarcasm. Between the kids' 'let him die' attitude to our unconscious FOHer, Betsy's post and now Nathan's hissy fit, I'm having doubts. Moira, I love you and your husband dearly, forgive me, but right now I just want to smack him one. Or possibly make him eat all those EEG tapes I've been poring over for the last four hours.
And I'm on my way down for shift chageover, Jean. I'm actually looking forward to the sensory deprivation that hazmat suit entails. Grr.
Maddie.
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Date: 2005-09-15 10:31 pm (UTC)-Jean