Something’s up. I’ve had so many blood draws the past two days that I was worried that there would be no blood left in my body. I’ve already learned not to even joke about biting someone – that actually got me caught in a ball gag – but it’s pissing me off. I haven’t seen Joel in a couple of weeks. I suspect that he actually hasn’t gotten over my shenanigans and is now enjoying my power of attorney and leaving me here to rot. It’s making me miss all the shit with Pete and the Vatican; I might have had all my occult books confiscated but no one tried to hug me while wearing a hazmat suit. Another nurse is here. I’ll see if I can find out what’s going on, if I have to get out the patient’s bill of rights and smack her with it repeatedly.
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