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So I told everyone on Y!M I was going to bed, and I totally was going into that there bed, but I can't sleep. There is acid crashing through my body, and not the awesome raaaaage kind. Just the "Hey, my body's failing" kind. I have gastritis. Again. I caught it from those dirty, dirty patients who are on the floor below me and who have an obsession with wandering about and getting in the confined space of the lifts to cough all over hapless admin staff. Again. I hate being sick all the time and being refused time off to do things like hurl eleven times in one night (yes, I counted) and vomit up blood. I feel better now, but the acid still sucks. I can't eat curry, and curry is life. :(

As a result of pained ersatz sleep, I was late for work this morning - as, er, usual. Anyway, really late. I ran to the lifts, all bleary-eyed, tired and vomity. And this old patient Who Probably Has Gastritis is all, "Oh, don't use the big lifts. Here, use this lift."

I was all, "Um, no. This lift is fine, thanks. Also, it's nearly here and it's not stuck on the ninth floor."

"But look!" he said, "This lift is coming down now!"

"Oh, right," I said, and turned away.

"Look, come over here--"

"Excuse me?"

"Come over here and get this lift!"

"...No?"

I looked at the Big Lift That they Sometimes Carry Coffins Down In, and the Small Lift That Would Make Me Late. I got into the coffin lift. "You can't go in there!" insisted the patient, "The other one is--" I shut the door, and made my way up.

What the hell. I don't go around being all, "Bitches! Stop smoking in the hospital!" or "Move faster! It's my lunch hour!" Why are people so obsessed with telling you what you can and can't do? Unless you're littering or poking the eyes out of fox cubs, I don't care. It's none of my business. And which lift I choose to get in when I'm late and harassed is none of yours, Mr. Asshat.

STOP!

~~HAMMER~~ MEME TIME

In meme news, aren't userpics special and unique snowflakes? Why, they're 100 x 100 works of art! They should be hung in an online Louvre. This online Louvre is not, incidentally, www.museedulouvre.fr but rather Livejournal. In the spirit of great mini works of art that say 'O RLY', 99% of them featuring Harry Potter, please to try this meme:

Taken from zhonghua2000, but now with the letter 'u':

Reply to this post, and I will tell you my favourite icon of yours. Then post this to your own journal using your own favourite icon.*

*If you have that tiresome pants-stretching icon, why are you on my Friends list?

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^^ WORD. Most likely it is gastritis, and vomiting eleven times would indeed make the throat bleed (been there), but that doesn't change the fact that the stress of your job and maybe other lifestyle factors lower your resistance to infection. Everything I hear from you tells me that you need and want to get the hell out of that hospital. Don't delay it because you think things might get better, or because you reckon you can survive for a bit longer. We were none of us put on this earth just to survive.

This is exactly what I've been telling Rem about his office, which is bad enough without being full of sick people (which actually it sometimes also is) to catch stuff from. If you pick a day this weekend to go through what you can change right now to help preserve your health, and a day next weekend to do the same thing to figure out how to make the break from the job, then it could be the catalyst for something better. We'll be spending our weekend this way too, so you'll be in ~~good~~ ~~sane~~ interesting company. ::hug::

As for the icon question, it's gotta be "MY LIFE IZ RUINED", starring our very own Louis. :D

Agreeness on a lot of those things. I'm going to e-mail you guys about it. Hmm...

I do so love that Louis icon. Hee!