instead of attending to adrenaline packed traumas last night, i saw a patient who actually came for the most ridiculous problem.

“how can i help you?”

“oh, just wanted to ask for your opinion on whether i should start having children or not.”

hmmm.

and this was close to five in the morning.

with her intelligence on par with an expired packet of potato chips, the answer is obvious.

which leads me to some questions thats bothering me. was there suddenly a tax imposed on alcohol last night? did a rogue viking ship dock and unleash a horde of thirsty scandinavians last night? if the answer to the above questions is no, then can someone please tell me why there wasnt a single drunk fuck induced trauma last night? did everybody suddenly become responsible? boo hoo.

no lollies for figuring that it was a boring friday night.