wanda is middle aged
piggy-eyed
and manic
her mouth is going
ninety to the minute
she can’t stop
can’t rest
can’t leave anything alone
babble babble
fiddle fiddle
[SLAP!]
she has hit me
open handed
across my face
there is a grin
hiding just in the corner
of those piggy eyes
and I want to
strike her down
but as a good nurse
I remind myself
for weeks
I remind myself
that I am
that I have to be
much better
than that
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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The strength of being a good nurse shows through your writings.
Sometimes, GF. Only sometimes.
For god's sake Wanda, show some manners.
I can still feel the outline of the slap to this day.
Actually, I think I can feel it too. Dag nabbit Wanda D:
sorry for your experience
All a long time ago, Aislinn. It was the first and last time I was physically assaulted (to date) on themjob. A few close shaves, but I've been lucky to getaway with just a slap.
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