–that you’re just perfect for?
Don’t do what I do.
The only part I get all summer is my worst nightmare. I don’t want it, I’m not going to be any good at it, I hate just thinking about it.
Can’t I just pass?
Seriously, ANYTHING but a hospital.
I get it, community service, fine.
Trash pick-up, food service, crossing-guard, whatever.
JUST NOT THE E.R.!
I’m not the right girl. I’ve never been the nurse type — except for in a few scenes, and I wasn’t even that convincing. I’m repulsed by even the thought of blood, needles, tubes of yucky fluids… getting a little queasy now…
We were talking about Mom today, she was so much more a glass-half-full person than I am. She’d tell me, like always, to find something funny in whatever hospital hell they assign me, but…
I’m sorry Mom— this is different, this is the E.R.
I’m not as good at that as you were…
There’s nothing funny about this.
And if there is, I just can’t find it.