I'm blogging while I transport a 90 year old about 100 miles. Yippie. Lucky for all u assholes on the road, I'm in the back with the stinky old mother fucker.
Still this is my last shift until after the cruise, more than halfway done with it. I'll try to keep a positive attitude. I really have had a bad day though. Cuntface is on the other truck today so I have to deal with that, and we've been stupidly busy. 11 more hours. That's all, I can get thru this.
But back to my obscenely old man transfer. How old do u want to get? I don't think I'll make it past 70. Or at least I hope not. Being that old sounds depressing. The day after my 70th birthday someone smother me with a pillow please. I won't fight back too much, hell I'm probably too lazy now to struggle a whole lot. If I start shitting my pants before go ahead and shut it down then. Thats enough. I don't want to be a burden to society like most of my patients are. Just wasting money keeping these veggies alive infuriates me. He's 90! And in renal failure! Why the fuck is he a full code. Enough is enough. Let him go.
Rant over. For now
I am so mean.
Figs look like balls, no?
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