Where to begin? How does one start blogging? I feel pressured to scribble down thoughts a-la-grandiose, but my gyri are not programed for such outpourings. In fact, I have just spent the last two minutes pushing my cuticles back, instead of typing. This brings grave concern to the longevity and dedication I can muster for this exercise. hmm.
So, why am I here?
Why would you want to read this?
My answer is simple, concise, and loaded with grumbling. (yes, a bit like myself)
I needed some where to vent. People sicken me; the people as a populace, that is. Simple-minded beasts wrapped in jesus' fur. I am constantly disgusted and alarmed by our doltish brethern. I have little tolerance for optimism, so after a while I thought the surprise would decrease. Not so, my babies.
My purpose for writing? I shall try to relay an incredulous but valid event that occurs during the waking hours. Will it shock and surprise you? How the hell should I know...
Background: The patient is 19 and on her second pregnancy. We have each patient fill out an information/contact paper to put with their file. On the marital status line, there are two choices...Married or Single. (only two choices, mind you)
Incident: She wrote...Ingaged.
Fucking Brilliant! I feel sick.
So, there it is friends. Tune in for our next adventure! (I'm sure you won't have to wait long!)