Angel Grove Net

Well, we're having another fun night here.

Someone want to recommend a therapist I can manage to get booked in with this week? I've come to the conclusion my emotional bullshit is making my physical bullshit worse. Stress and emotional exertion do that, and apparently it is the night for traumatic flashbacks.

And, as I won't be getting back to sleep, anyone willing to play Words with Friends, or Zoom or something?

Its like the fucking saying goes: A gypsy is a gypsy is a gypsy.

They'll steal the rings from your fingers.

And the love from your heart

Bad nigh'

Fill me with yer mos' 'eartbreakin' stories so I can be even sadder, mates.

Well, being medically unconscious for days is always a joyous occasion. But, at least I’m getting walking papers tomorrow, so...

In the immortal words of Hamilton’s Thomas Jefferson: What’d I miss?

Judge shows are strangely addicting.

Audition: SMASHED

Enjolras: MINE

This being a fictional character in this universe, with fictional character friends gets weird sometimes.
So do I go method, which has hilarious potential, or do my own thing? Hmm.

The benefit of giving up the career I've always longed for by the end of June IS that I'm being "forced" to take my accrued time off and benefits for most of the month, aside needing to put in some appearances. June's...a hard month. So is July, but June is tougher.

My friends need me now, besides and if I've happened to locate one who had ventured off, and plan to stick around him in Paris, while our other friends, who were searching, also stick closely, well....

There are definite benefits to giving up the ER at work here.

That said, if anyone can recommend their favorite drug or alcohol designed to make you forget EVERYTHING for a couple days? Hit us up. It's gonna be a rough one.

MY turn to absolutely lose my shit. ( Read more... )

I got myself through the shift but I haven’t had this sort of thing crop up since I was twelve and started to remember the June rebellion in this life. Hello, emergency therapy session.

Pretty sure this is what dying of something other than being stabbed is like.

Please advise.

Well. That escalated.

Today, we learned that steroids do, in fact, turn Dr. Combeferre into Mr. Hyde,((trigger warning: suicidal ideation and violent urges. Steroids are fucking awesome, kids. Also my phone doesn’t like cuts so_))

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Yeah, it’s temporary, yeah I have help if I need it. I just...

Fuck.

I really do hate being angry for no reason.

I got asked if I'm a legal citizen today. I'm half Filipino, and the Philippines are part of the United States!

This is just nuts. I don't look any different than Blaine, and he doesn't get asked that. It's bad enough I'm dealing with my fiancé being gone. I don't need this too.

(OOC: trigger warning, cancer)

My... my breast cancer is back. It's... I've been in remission for years. This... it isn't fair. I... I can't do this again. It's... fuck.

It's petty and pedantic, and I do not fucking care just now. If you insist on calling me my first name, which you can't even pronounce, Idiot Neurologist with shit for brains, I can and will call you by yours, and you will treat me with the same respect that you demand from me.

Are all Americans such pricks? It's mostly Brits here, so...

It's only professional courtesy that's keeping me from addressing him as Asshole, truth be told, but if he calls me "Michael", and not "Doctor Combeferre" or "Michel", one more time...

Anyone here specialize in brain stuff and migraines who's currently practicing, since I know Strange isn't? I'd feel more comfortable going elsewhere when they let me out if I sort of know you from this place at least.

WHY do we have fluorescent lighting in the mother fucking EMERGENCY ROOM? Why does everything have to be so goddamned LOUD? And why aren’t my colleagues letting me just LEAVE? I get to come back here at seven. I didn’t want to be admitted in the meantime, thanks. I only passed out a LITTLE and it was off my shift hours and in our private toilets so it’s not as if I scared a patient.

Looks like I’m not leaving here before my next shift’s up on Wednesday, then by the time they get me cleared to leave, and to restart my shift. Can somebody bring me a couple cans of blue Monster, please? Looks like I’m going to need them.

When you're pretty sure a patient's going to force your hand into disclosing information about them, it's still decent of you to give them a week to actually do it themselves in, right? I am sitting on...a lot right now, but it's only fair to let him choose how his secret comes out, right?

If it was Courfeyrac or Enjolras...

And it's come to this, a couple days into a new world.

Who here can write a script to refill mine? I'm about three days left with the pillbox I had on me at the time, six if I half it. And it's not something I can just go off without probably landing in the hospital, which is just a pain in the ass at this point in my life, so...

Please. Let me know.

Actually is anyone here a halfway decent rheumatologist? Or know one in this world? Inquiring minds. I can wait on an appointment if I get my meds, but I'll need them at some point soon, no doubt.

Again, let me know?

I've walked out of naps in the Pediatric supply closet into some weird situations before. Clowns. A miniature pony. Celebrities who I won't mention by name coming through on visits to the long term or Make A Wish kids. Cans of silly string being sprayed in my face by kids who're finally feeling better enough to be up and about. Getting a message that my stupid friends are down in the ER and I might as well go and see what's going on because they're demanding me, and it's better to give an injured or sick Enjolras exactly what he wants.

Not to mention my life's taken a bizarre twist in the last several years as is, for a lot of reasons, and I've never been a fan of metaphorical closets and didn't stick around in any of them very long but...

But I'm pretty sure I've never come out of the closet into a whole new, what, dimension? universe? before.

...Does this world at least have coffee?

What in the HELL happened to my eyebrows while I napped this afternoon?

At what point do you give in to your children with an argument that's most likely going to make things worse the longer it continues? I thought we drew the line in the sand last winter, and that it was not going to be stepped over again, but as things gear up for school...

It's looking as though our daughter is truly being my daughter again, and plans to dig in her heels as much as possible, including crazy schemes (From Courfeyrac, no doubt), and Being so bloody CALM about the fact she'll be in trouble and willing to accept it( Enjolras), and holding more than her own on the subject of NOT going there at all.

I'm even starting to think that maybe Sandri's right about this, which worries me because rationalizing with a fourteen year old is the sort of circumstance that seems doomed to end in tears. If she doesn't go to school...then what? Americans have homeschooling but we really, really, don't go in for it as such, and I doubt she's able to qualify as homebound. Apparently, where she comes from, the lot of us used to teach her, but...with so many of our friends not HERE...

I have no idea. I really don't.

Does anyone else have a suggestion?

( TW: Death, Suicidal Thoughts )

I'm getting rather tired of fighting for impossible things, you know?