#yesterday evening

[newvision]

felt so fucking fine at work as long as my boss kept me company and as soon as I was left to my own thoughts I started crying lol why the fuck would I ever fall for anyone if this is the fucking outcome

[bloodwards]

putting me in a situation where I have to wake up at 7 am is homophobic actually

[queeribs]

my boss gave me our company's covid hotline number to call and i have called 4 times since yesterday and it rings and rings and rings with no answer?? like hello

[spacetownhigh]

[fieriframes]

[A hand holding a cell phone. Caption: I thought it out yesterday evening while I was sitting here next to you. Suzy, do you know anything about witches?]

[coffeecouloir]

[entertainmentnerdly]

Denmark, yesterday evening via /r/natureporn https://ift.tt/39sH1Y0

[candomblemistress]

*As I walk out of a lil grocery shop*

Neighbor: Dear you shouldn’t be drinking that juice, it’s poisoned! 

(This comment because there’s a facebook note going around about juices having poison)

Me: I hope it is, I’d hate to have to add the poison myself. 

Neighbor:

As I leave I hear my aunt apologizing for my dark humor.

[reverieinsimlish]

Shift Change

“When they were calling for those three beds from one day, I have to admit I was happily thinking not for us!” Lara said with her usual sassy aplomb and mashing the best button, the one for the ground floor and parking lot.

I leaned back against the side of the elevator and crossed my legs as it started to whoosh down. I felt relieved to get off the floor without getting a new patient whose paperwork would keep me stuck in the hospital far past the end of my 12 hour shift, too. “Yeah,” I agreed, “was worried for a minute they’d bring them up at 18:55 and we’d have to take them.″

She laughed, “They love to do that!”

“And it isn’t even Shelley day!” I added, referring to Wednesdays, when one urologist notoriously turned procedures meant to go home into overnight stays at shift change.

The elevator stopped on the third floor. Two secretaries, going by their maroon scrubs, entered. Middle aged and graying, I knew Molly, since I occasionally had to retrieve special wound dressings from her. The other, I didn’t know. I assumed she must work in obstetrics, a wing I hadn’t visited since the last time I had a baby, almost 8 years ago. 

Patsy, the shift supervisor stood nearby, looking at her phone. “Hold the door a minute,” Patsy said and Lara pressed her stubby thumb with its tomato orange nail polish on the door open button while Molly held her arm in front of the door. 

I had seen the out of order sign, and knew that only one staff elevator was running that day. Two nurses in gray scrubs and cloth caps sewn from pastel printed fabric rounded the corner. Operating Room staff wore that color. They squeezed past the plump secretary into the elevator and Patsy followed. 

One of the OR nurses carried a red bio-hazard bag with a rounded lump about 18 inches long in the bottom. I had just returned from a hiatus this week, and hadn’t met this pair. Curious, I wanted to ask what they had, but I shouldn’t. And if I had, they couldn’t tell me.

“Where you headed with that? Lab?” Lara asked, her finger hovering over the level selection buttons.

“Morgue,” Patsy answered. 

Lara and I exchanged a look. The floor we’d stopped on only housed surgery and, more ominously, obstetrics.

“Is that-- Is that from today?” the younger secretary asked. She had make-up on and her blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail. She stared at the bag with a frown, her eyes bulging.

“Yeah,” Patsy said, with a tone of voice that implied DUH!

A hush fell over everyone, but Patsy just kept thumbing her phone nonchalantly. Suddenly, I couldn’t take my eyes from the bag, trying to judge the size and shape of the contents. When an aging OR nurse had brought back a patient from PACU, I remembered she said that one suite had delays because of a D&C  add on. But the thing in the bag seemed way too big and solidly formed for that kind of procedure. It couldn’t be what I thought it was. 

We all filed out of the elevator and down the hall solemnly and silently. The morgue was three doors down from the time clock, so we all trudged in the same direction. The younger secretary walked right by the clock until Molly scanned her badge and the familiar bing-bong sounded. 

“Oh, Lordy!” the blonde exclaimed, turning around and returning, “I nearly forgot to clock out!”

Patsy and the OR nurses passed us with their burden. The secretary, Lara, and I scanned our badges and made for the exit. I glimpsed Patsy opening a small bottom drawer in the morgue as I went by. Molly beat us all to the door to parking and swiped her badge again and we heard the short beep that indicated the door would unlock for a few seconds. She opened the door and Indian summer heat wafted over us. 

“What did you mean, from earlier?” Lara asked the secretary once the four of us trailed down the ramp.

“Dr. Merritt did a D&C this morning. She hardly looked pregnant, though...” the girl answered.

“Surely they’d treat a baby with more dignity than throwing it in a bag and lugging it out like trash!” Lara exclaimed and hefted her tote higher on her shoulder. I’d worked with her a couple of years, and I could tell she was getting indignant.

I covered my mouth with my hand. I agreed. Every stillborn I’d seen as large as that bag had been dressed. Had photos taken. Spent time in the room letting the family say goodbye. Taken away by morticians in small caskets. But, they’d been wanted. What would they do with an unwanted... body? I’d already made plans to meet friends at the bar after work, but now I thought I might need something stronger than a glass of wine. 

“Oh God! You don’t think that was!.... That?” the young secretary stammered. But we all thought it. It didn’t make any sense, but we thought it anyway.

Every shift in the hospital was emotional Jenga. I built up my defense structure in the morning, then some situation punched a hole in it and more stress stacked right back up on top. It might be a rude doctor or family member. It might be a heartbreaking situation. It might be the overwhelming feeling of needing to be in three or four places at once and only able to be in one. The idea that the place I worked would so callously handle a dead baby tumbled my pieces across the table top.   

Lara suddenly stopped, “Wait a minute! Dr. Easter was doing that BKA! I bet it was the leg!”

I stopped next to her. “The leg?” My eyebrows furrowed. I remembered Wendy said something about needing to get her BKA prepped when she asked me to help her by checking another patients finger stick and hanging an antibiotic. I thought about the dimensions of the bag. “Was she a large lady? Do you know?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, “I had her a few months ago when they amputated just the two toes!” 

“They take that to the morgue?” the blonde asked.

“Yes!” Lara shouted.

Molly stopped at the ruckus and turned around. “Yup, that was the leg!” She laughed at us, “You guys are somethin’ else!” She trundled off, still shaking her head.

We started walking again. A leg. I sat in my stifling car waiting for the air conditioning to make it tolerable and cackled to myself . A leg. It was terrible. A woman lost half her leg. It was a tragedy. Still, it was just a piece, and she’d live. I decided wine would work, after all. Somehow, I could stand a leg in a bag. 

[e-t-bby77xo]

[dallowaydiaries]

Look at that sky!!!!

[thegirlfromoverthepond]

Me: I can help writing this thing, if you want..

X: You? Write? Apart from your mails you have no experience!

Me, pondering whether or not to divulge my secret fanfic identity: yeah, you're right, forget I said anything..

[jimivaey]

This lady allegedly gave birth to a tortoise at Eleme market, River State, yesterday evening The post This lady allegedly gave birth to a tortoise at Eleme market, River State, yesterday evening appeared first on Welcome To InstaBlog9ja.

[inhaling-sound-and-colour]

yesterday evening

i gave up on you

 while ago

trust me i’ve let go

but i keep thinking back

to something i was told

only yesterday

and i’m happy for you

i really am

just confused, i guess

because it makes 

so much 

sense

-mo

[thepowerofarsky]

...When you turn on the car and the radio greets you with, "Hello there, The angel from my nightmare, The shadow in the background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally If we want. Where you can always find me And we'll have Halloween on Christmas. And in the night we'll wish this never ends, We'll wish this never ends.

[alesiabako]

Once he said …I missed you,please stay with me tonight you are all I need to be happy…