Nurse Kevin, Sunday: “We thought you had it back when you were hospitalized for not being able to breathe.” It, of course, is Corvid-19 and when was later January and early February. And Corvid-19 is my annoyingly cute rename in memory of my neighborhood crows.
Nurse Michael, today: “I’m glad to see you’re out of isolation.”
“I was in isolation? When?”
“Last week.”
I know I need to get out of here, but I can’t just yet. Adding this to my list of grievances to address at my meeting next week. I bet they’re scared of me since I killed the Director of Nursing after the last one.
OK. I read that three times and I’m still confused. I’m not trying to be a jerk, I’m honestly hoping I’m not the only one.
I think executive action is required MUCH further down the food chain there.
Perhaps an orbital kinetic strike in your rear view mirror as you drive away?
That place is a real blight on society.
It’s a miracle you’re still alive, at all.
I worry for you, Mikey.
Was the nurse wrong (misinformed?) about your being in isolation? SHOULD you have been isolated?
Not entirely sure I followed the Tale Of Two Nurses either
Let me translate:
Nurse Kevin thought Dropzone had the Corona virus when he was hospitalized for nearly choking to death.
Dropzone calls the virus Corvid in memory of his crows who died.
Nurse Michael just informed him he was in isolation and he was never told.
He wants to go home, and who would blame him?
He gonna report on these things at a meeting. The last meeting the Nursing Director was there, seems she’s dead now. Dropzone didn’t really kill her, it was a coinkydink.
(Sorry, Mikey…couldn’t help myself:))
Did that make any sense at all? I kept falling asleep.
Meds. Nasal cannula is blowing two liters.