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My condition became obvious. I conceded to myself that I had no choice but to surrender my life to snooty half-witted dickslaps and their lickspittles. When I informed the charge nurse of the recent development and asked her to phone an ambulance, she seemed delighted. She spent the next half-minute gloating that she’d been correct in her scripted assumption, then scolded that she’d have to finish “passing out meds” before she could tend to me. Only my acute distress kept an angry reaction in check.
The dolt who helmed the ambulance didn’t see fit to flip on the siren. He asked his female partner:
“What’s his problem, again?”
He sighed. “I’ve dealt with people like him before—probably just has gas. I guess we’re not in a hurry.” more »