Straightjacketed

Funny things happen on Sundays that I'm on call.

Although I don't get to talk face-to-face with my friends - since I'm literally cooped up in a small room with four walls akin to a jail cell - I nevertheless have somewhat dependable internet access and a mobile which keeps me somewhat clued in to the outside world. Sometimes those are the only two things keeping me somewhat sane - and not chewing off the furniture or something similarly loony - while I'm literally running ragged tending to wailing patients. Otherwise it's quite possible that I'd have to be forcefully straight-jacketed and sedated since I'd be trying to injure myself on the padded walls. :)

Running ragged is certainly no joke since I've been paged from the north, south, east and west all day long - till I'm barely aware of where I'm actually standing at any given moment. Sometimes I almost wish that I could turn into the infamous Multiple Man just to please everyone and reply instantaneously to all emergency calls ( and still have the time to pay a visit to a half-nekkid, slumbering Charming Calvin ). One clone running helter-skelter to attend the collapse in the ER. One clone rushing upstairs to score some much-needed glucose and H2O. One clone to bark threateningly at the poor innocent interns. One clone to manage the thankfully sedated patient while monitoring the vitals. And one clone to rule them all.


Imagine the Multiple Man Orgy... forget about fourgies! You can have an army of delicious studlets to obey your every nefarious wish!
Now, wouldn't that just be cool? Only thing is as Jamie Madrox finds out, you never know just which set of personality quirks would surface in that particular clone. The crazed murderous Paul with that large arrogant chip on his shoulder might toddle along to Calvin's Cosy Crib while the amorous Paul with naughty hands ( who hums along to Timberlake's Sexyback in his spare time ) hurries over to the ER. Not a very good idea.