The nurse beside me had the kind of Facebook-trawling brunette vibe, you know the one, where she backs the blue but votes Democrat and has a racist boyfriend. Her partner reminded me of people who would write Destiel fanfiction back on Tumblr. They complained all night about the schizophrenic patient down the hall who kept angling his head outside, pleading for more Ativan that never came. I’m sure late-night shift patients can be insufferable but I was skeeved out nonetheless.
love in the time of schizophrenia
love in the time of schizophrenia
love in the time of schizophrenia
The nurse beside me had the kind of Facebook-trawling brunette vibe, you know the one, where she backs the blue but votes Democrat and has a racist boyfriend. Her partner reminded me of people who would write Destiel fanfiction back on Tumblr. They complained all night about the schizophrenic patient down the hall who kept angling his head outside, pleading for more Ativan that never came. I’m sure late-night shift patients can be insufferable but I was skeeved out nonetheless.