Unfortunately I don't have him as my personal chef.
Sorry but at work, I don't exactly have the time to prepare a four-course low-salt low-cal healthy heart meal. Especially when I have a patient barely breathing on a ventilator waiting.
But oh boy, Jared couldn't be more eeriely prophetic - since a group of us found ourselves desperately famished after work at about 4 in the morning and only managed to rustle up some frozen sausages in the fridge. God knows how long it has been there - or what entrails / skin / toes had gone into the making of 'em. Trust me, doctors' lockers are scary places full of creepy-crawlies, stray chocolates and other unidentified moving objects.
Doctor #1 : God, how long has it been there?
Doctor #2 : I bet it's the stolen remains of the Incan mummies.
Doctor #1 : Is that mould?
Paul : Let's send it to the Pathology Lab for identification!
Doctor #2 : I think it's more a job for the Microbiologists now.
Paul : Bet it'd taste good toasted though.
Doctor #2 : I'll get the oven.
Doctor #1 : Lemme get some butter too.
But at 4 AM, none of us could care less. So we ate it anyway.
Which actually explains our seemingly irrational diets.
Munch. Munch. Munch.
Been a while since I've had a sausage fest at work over here though. Talked about our woes at work. Our woes at home.
And yeah, I might have leaked out the sorry fact that Charming Calvin's leaving for Beijing that very morning. Possibly have that very flight slip past the spires of the hospital towers as we munched on cheap sausage leftovers. But of course I can look forward to the fact that he'll be back home again in four months - hopefully for good.
Barring another posting to some exotic locale. Morocco? Paris?
BTW talk about being out in the open, right? Lately I've come to the conclusion that half the department's already laying bets on my relative gayness so I don't see any reason to hide it.