One Thing I can’t wrap my mind around is the sort of time-blindness when you go inpatient and I think my fault is I do everything as said, requested, directed then sourpuss turns on the lights after awhile and that’s when I feel I start taking control of how my patient care is going; i have problems haven’t voiced them. The comfortability to do so and appropriate-timing wavers. And a day before that hospital wing or three days for that time-blindness of pissed off I was handcuffed in a way that severed ties with Geneva Conventions Rules. Imagine a hostile staff of mostly nurses that directed that and dealt with that. Again. Sure.. Many Lawsuits and many Politicians live in this County. And the only way to meet demand is people who live here. Some bound to slip through and it’s the worst headache. Firing a politician’s wife. Must i ring ding ding again in “lawyer mode” how much that itched me a migraine.
And some people rather have those lawbreakers’ side or continue asking “why do you live here” statusi-questions. Idk why I live here sometimes and then apparently something as simple as voicing what I’m thinking about can make ample affect and meet the wavelengths of communication to get through. To what side? What I’m talking about, nothing further.
Consideration for Those Who Work It.
Makes me think of Haunted Houses and how scared people are and they attack the performers.
The nightmare when the ones who work in the branches don’t feel that sense of safety having the mirror reflected in a truth that isn’t necessarily shared in publicity nor photos, but senses of rarity and cohesion.
I wonder.
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