See, I spent most of yesterday doing 5 loads of laundry at Dan and Emily's.
Dan was asleep all day having just come off a 32-hour trauma shift in downtown LA. (He's third year which means hospital guts and glory!)
When he finally woke he regaled us with stories from his night o' fun.
Several people died. Apparently this is shit that goes on daily in the huge and crazy city that is Los Angeles.
One seventy-year-old woman had been run over by her husband. Twice. First he hit her with the car. Then backed over her (the tire drove over her chest) and then he drove forward again (running over her leg). She was alive and screaming for a good 12 hours with a 6 inch crack in her head before finally she passed on. (P.S. It was an accident). (P.P.S. apparently she smelled like duck butter and eventually crapped herself).
I've said it before and I'll say it again, old people SHOULD NOT be out on the roads and should be given monthly driving tests and if they fail be forced to hire drivers (or if they are poor, exterminated).
Another one of Dan's "patients" was a man who had been shot 8 times. Bullets everywhere. Face, chest, legs. Yes, the man was shot IN HIS EYE.
They carved open the man's chest. The inside was a mess. Different doctors/med students were assigned different tasks. Dan was assigned to manually pump his heart. WITH HIS HANDS. He also died eventually. A horrible screaming death. (I think he also crapped himself.)
Emily told us about HER day and how she interviewed a woman who came in applying for a small business loan and turned out to be the sole surviving member of the Heaven's Gate cult which in case you don't remember committed mass suicide several years ago. I asked her if she had asked the woman if she took everyone's wallets and jewelry before she left the house. I would have. Ka-ching!
Jobs are so different!
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