2000-08-18 || 2.10a

H�pital G�n�ral de Montr�al

I have no idea what kind of time it is, but I just got home from where the Montr�al General broods over the city like some art deco vulture and the ER is understaffed and over crowded and Lover's knuckle is marble-sized and the rest of ther hand's not much better and she was so young and scared she asked me to stay with her until she slept but the tubes and the bandages and the splint made tears spring into her eyes because Christ in Heaven it hurts so much and they want to keep her 'til to-morrow or even a few days because it's cellitis or selulitis or some damned thing, but with complications, of course, so they're using some special drug that's a controlled substance to help her out and save the arm from surgery to get the poison out.

...and all this from being bitten by a fucking dog.

So, when the hell are we going to get just one fucking break?



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