There are days that I really do like being the chief OB/GYN at Bethesda. I've a crack staff (that's one of my favorite jokes) but there are the other times, the sad times.
I know what you are thinking but that's not what I'm talking about today. No. Today is Lynne Cheney's exam day. I couldn't force any of my underlings to do it, and her husband has been known to shoot. It fell to me.
Did you see the x-ray? She doesn't need a doctor, she needs a cleaning lady and an Orkin man.
Please don't tell I told. Confidentiality dictates.
***We just couldn't help ourselves.***
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
~Obgyny by Jess Wundrun~
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A woman's scream echoed down from near the dirty skylight above.
Julian's shins were twisted, spintered wrecks thanks to the suited gorilla in the cheap suit lying next to him in the dust. They'd struggled there seemingly forever... until Julian had managed to pull the pistol from it's holster, until he had managed to put a slug into the thug's head.
Another scream, more shrill this time. Julian pulled himself up onto the steps, knowing full well he'd be too late. Too many floors to climb, too many steps. He cursed the goon again.
Then, against the skylight, he saw a brief form, a ghostly shape in a grey hood and greatcoat. He saw the blue glowing disks of eyes within the shadow of the hood... then the form was gone.
Julian knew everything would be alright for the woman upstairs.
The last time I drank too much.
Am I moving up, reaching the place I've wanted to be all my life? Am I finally achieving what my family and I have expected since I was a teenager? Am I almost there?
Or, am I in a rapid downward spiral?
I'm holding on but I don't know why.
As we climbed the stairs higher and higher, I found myself replaying the final scene from Vertigo over and over again in my mind. This was all my own fault�ever since I purchased that painting of a Spanish Mission at Sue Simenski�s yard sale, Harold had been obsessed with visiting a real Spanish Mission somewhere in the middle of the desert. I could just see through the top of the bell tower where a vulture was tracing the same spiral path as the stairs, and I knew this vacation was very possibly going to be our last.
There are days that I really do like being the chief OB/GYN at Bethesda. I've a crack staff (that's one of my favorite jokes) but there are the other times, the sad times.
I know what you are thinking but that's not what I'm talking about today. No. Today is Lynne Cheney's exam day. I couldn't force any of my underlings to do it, and her husband has been known to shoot. It fell to me.
Did you see the x-ray? She doesn't need a doctor, she needs a cleaning lady and an Orkin man.
Please don't tell I told. Confidentiality dictates.
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